death

STAGE 4

Her selflessness was her destruction She neglected and offered all of herself She smiled so big She spoke soothing words She needlessly apologized All in her final hours ———- A decade of growth An (unknown) six-month countdown June 24th, 2012 Eyes glazed, mouth gaping Still in her leopard sheets I gazed at her lifeless face Eyes dry, lips pursed She’s almost a stranger But I looked down and noticed my hands look just like hers But with life and warmth I consciously tried to memorize every moment, and all those before There is a light that never goes out Knowing that I would never feel the comfort of a mother’s love again         Author: Jessica Hanak Email: jessicamatela89@gmail.com Author Bio: I am a thirty-year-old Austinite with an occasional ...

COPING WITH THE TRAGIC AND SUDDEN DEATH OF MY CLOSE FRIEND

We associate certain kinds of music, scents, flowers, animals, colors or images with different stages of our life. One song that has an extra personal meaning to me because of a very terrible incident that happened a few years after I graduated from high school. Let me explain the story. The song is a very popular song by the rock group Styx: “Come Sail Away.” The beginning of the song is slow then gradually gets a tempo and a fast beat. The slow part really gets me, especially the verse: I remember high school friends and me With our dreams I start to cry when I hear this verse as well as the beginning of the song with just the music before Dennis DeYoung starts singing. It is a wonderful song, after all it stayed on the charts for a whopping two years and initially sold over ...

YOU ARE

After you took your life, Mom gave me your goldfish bowl. You filled it with shells and stones and one silver medallion, and everything in the tank was balanced just so. A large moon snail shell sat by the front, bottom left, upon two flat stones. These assorted tide-swept artifacts were once scattered across your table. I could imagine you working with thoughtful intention while Fela Kuti’s singing sailed through your stereo speakers. I carried the bowl gingerly back to my house and placed it on the kitchen table. Soon I knew how to carefully touch one of the shells with just my fingertip, without disturbing the arrangement. And I would think, “We’re close to each other again.” So much beauty in one bowl. Concentric ridges in the clam shells resembled whipped cream spread on a tiny pie. G...

TAKING CHANCES AND GIVING MEANING

A couple of days ago, I learned the news that someone I knew had passed. He was a boy in my year, and although we didn’t know each other very well we had worked together in the past so I considered him my friend. He was born with a heart that didn’t work well, and had an episode after which he had taken it upon himself to live each day trying to be positive and happy, because, as he said, after cheating death once your perspective on life changes completely. It breaks me to know that this time, he couldn’t make it through. The morning after I learned the news, I half-expected to see that lanky boy walk through the door of the facility with that cheeky smile of his, slapping his friend’s back and laughing and exclaiming: “why so glum everyone?” He didn’t. I have sat here for a long time try...

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