Eight moments later, eight moments earlier... If those moments could just be redrawn, retracted, relived... But life can never be and so we live on and share our pain like this, piercing heartfelt write of yours. And try to breathe. And try to feel them still there. This was chilling Lee. I'm so sorry for Courtney...
As the mother of a 26 year old daughter, this reached my heart, my skin, my veins, and my deepest hurt. I am sitting back after several reads, still experiencing a wave of my senses...not able to move...almost frozen. Your writing is like the sweep of clock hands, the movement to the painful, crushing blow of the realization of what has happened...it is overwhelming to think of how you have survived this tragedy. I am moved for you, and all who loved her. The last part felt as if you placed me there, a place I did not want to think about, much like life...it comes. This is deeply moving, written as if to place me there in your skin...terrifying to think about, and yet written with such love and honesty that I cannot help but commend you for the beauty of your expression. To write of such pain and loss is sometimes like living it over, but has the potential to help heal us and reach out beyond ourselves. I believe your author's note...those I have lost are with me, and I often think of them as being "bigger", closer, nearer...and yet, the loss of them leaves a vacancy in my heart. My deepest sympathies....I do not know how to say more. I hope you can feel what I cannot express further.
this was a release that robs me of breath, to see this life in front of you, described to beautiful detail and the end in tragedy, the pain eternal pain to endure, it is beyond words, the love that transcends time and space, this is what we can hold onto.
I am not sure how to comment here. There are no words that will ever fill the void, and after catching my breath, and trying very hard not to cry here. This is one very intense piece, and very sad - emotional, raw.
I am glad you feel her presence more, that must be some comfort in your heart. You have shared a very intimate personal moment with us, and I am glad you were able to do that. Thank you. And I am so sorry for your loss. My heart grieves.
Life is just that fast and always unknowing. But the journey must be taken, breathed in and loved, through pains fears and laughter; all of it makes us just a little bit more.
I'm glad I read this piece filled with last moments and echos.
I got a whiff of her soul from your exhale of her. Tears... I have a daughter, 27. F*****g pines... f*****g pines! Keep breathing and I'll keep reading this... Pain shared is pain lessened.
Good morning,Thank you for stopping by. I like to write,I like to layer a story into a poem,I want to crack through to the reader,add emotion to life, theirs and mine. more..