by Chanel Brenner Riley is dead, and now, I make eggs for his brother, like I used to do for him. As I boil the water, I remember how Riley loved to shift them in the glass bowl while they cooled, watching light flicker the water, as if he beheld a world,
by Chanel Brenner I sat across from him, shooting his portrait with my phone. His charcoal sweatshirt faded into the dark booth. He played tic-tac-toe in the dim light. I should have known something was wrong, when he scribbled his X’s and O’s like a toddler— should have known his
Alone In My Grief Grief is truly hard to bear Losing you seems unfair Oh no, not you out of the blue We had much more to do. You were taken from me My heart and soul grieves for thee Death came upon you like a thief It stole you and filled me with grief.
Strange Awakenings By Peggy Amler It was early morning. My eyes were still shut. I was waking up before my alarm went off. I could tell it wasn’t quite daylight, but close to it. I had some remnant thoughts, some vague remembrances of a
The After Loss Credo by Barbara Hills LeStrang I need to talk about my loss. I may often need to tell you what happened or to ask you why it happened. Each time I discuss my loss, I am helping myself face the reality of the death of my loved one. I need to know