The swell entering the church began to die down and yet I still hung on the edges. I didn’t need to sit down to feel the watershed of disbelief which overwhelmed me even now, months after she passed. We were going to grow old together, sitting on a beach somewhere or maybe in the mountains. Reading and writing. Playing.
Maybe she is waiting for me now.
Heart wrenching. Beautiful. all in one! Great take on the shock of grief. I think we are all feeling that as Covid continues to rage… now through our babies – our hope for the future- … and yet, people still refuse the vaccine and/or a simple mask. It baffles the mind as I bury yet another family lost this way…. sigh….
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So sad.
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Tragic.
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A succint description of grief.
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Poignant. Life (and death) does have a way of ignoring our plans
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Dear Athling,
Poignant picture of grief. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Athling,
Powerful opening line. Death is particularly hard to take when it’s so unexpected.
pax,
dora
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My heart was saddened then lifted. Well done.
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Sometimes the faith we’ll meet again is all we have…
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How succinctly you captured grief, loss and disbelief.
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She is waiting . . . on a heavenly bench in some park in the clouds.
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Beautifully done in so few words. I like to think she is.
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So sad. Good thing he finds solace in his faith.
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A good description of grief in so few words.
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Short but very touching with such sweet sadness. Well written.
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I imagine it’s easy to disbelieve when someone you love is cruelly snatched from you. Is she waiting, is she not?
Here’s mine!
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You painted well a picture of grief yet with hope. Nicely done!
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The shock will get you past the church. The hope of her waiting will comfort for a many days.
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‘Disbelief’. Good use of ambiguity; is it disbelief that she has passed or loss of faith? We don’t need to know, and the different possibilities make for a richer story. Likewise, ‘Maybe she is waiting for me now.’ This could be hopeful or despairing, a prelude to thoughts of suicide. Again, it makes the story so much stronger. Great technique for flash fiction!
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