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My Dad my only parent. Was diagnosed on May 16, 2012 with Non Small cell lung cancer Stage 4 that metasized to his spine. Leaving him a parapalegic. My Dad has complained once or said why me. I do say his world went from color to grey. I take care of my Dad from the time i drop off my kids at 8: 30 till...
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I remember how my brother died. Early August. That last weary hour before darkness. I remember what happened two months before my mother is to remarry and we’re to get our new father. Two months before our move to the city. My brother is thirteen. I’m ten. Boys yelling, car doors slamming, speeding away...
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Mom died on January 16th, two months and one week after being diagnosed with a terminal cancer. We often talked of Joanne Lynn’s phrase “the blessing of a thoroughly dismal prognosis”. She referred to that blessing almost daily. Mom described this as being the richest period of her life. She determined...
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In the final months of my Dad's life, one of my brothers looked at me and asked, “Do you have to write so much?” His question took me aback, and, after thinking for a second, I responded with, “Yes, I have to write; writing is my way.” I added, “Writing is the way I try to make sense of all of this,...
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How do we commemorate a wedding anniversary when the two people are no longer together? How do we mark a day that was once a joy-filled and loving commemoration and celebration? I suppose, like most things, we pause, we remember, and we allow our hearts to grieve for what once was and what now is. You...
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Wild Darkness By Eva Saulitis For twenty-six Septembers I’ve hiked up streams littered with corpses of dying humpbacked salmon. It is nothing new, nothing surprising, not the stench, not the gore, not the thrashing of black humpies plowing past their dead brethren to spawn and die. It is familiar; still,...
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