Category Grief

Heaven is Here

I’m sitting in the library and across the street there is a group gathered. They are passing out food to those who have none. My husband points out two little boys, maybe eight or nine years old, running up to the people gathered around. They are carrying food as they race up to each person […]

Broken

I’ve been shot 10, 50, 100, 1,000 times over and over again and never does my death come. I’m still here, they have all died, everyone is screaming as they cry out in pain for those small bodies, lives ripped away. Senseless as I watch, helpless to change what has been sustained and I am […]

Facing Death

My husband ran out of the coffee shop yelling at me, “Erin, look inside…It’s him!” That was all he could speak to me. His words were lost in his dry mouth from shock. I ran into the coffee shop and there I saw him, standing by the counter sipping on a latte with the hat […]