Wind-chime laughter, apple slices set neatly on a plate. Primroses, rosaries, and fairy tales set in a nearby forest. A white horse, childhood anecdotes, and snarky comments. Wafers, herbs, crossword puzzles. Soup operas she’d brief us on as soon as we came in every time we visited. It’s Wednesday morning, and my brother is knockingContinueContinue reading “I miss you dearly”
Tag Archives: loss
March, Threes and Losses
My page crashed. I started drawing again. I lost my grandma. We’re in March. I turned 24. I started working on my thesis. I’m shutting the doors on these past four years. (I now measure time in leap-year portions – four by four by four.)25 is my favorite number. I’m pulling Destiny’s tongue by sayingContinueContinue reading “March, Threes and Losses”
Missing Out On Memories
Terminal. And love isn’t. Love is there after, long after. Love is so terrifying to me because it’s gigantic, intense, and everywhere, which makes everything so much more painful. Every second feels like missing out. Frozen in the moment, trying to freeze time, anxious to make memories last because, very soon, they’ll be all you’reContinueContinue reading “Missing Out On Memories”
Grandpa, Your Little Hawk Will Miss You Very Much!
I expected it with every phone call, so how did this one catch me by surprise? I don’t think my brain’s connected it yet, but I buried my grandpa on Monday. The inspiration behind the name of this blog, and I never actually told him I had a blog. I Miss My Grandpa Grandpa usedContinueContinue reading “Grandpa, Your Little Hawk Will Miss You Very Much!”
Grief is a thing with fetters
It’s one day ahead in the calendar, but it was Wednesday last year when I had this weird feeling that I needed to hug my friend when I waved her goodbye as she got on the bus. I don’t usually hug. Not that I don’t like it, it’s just not in my habit. So, anyway,ContinueContinue reading “Grief is a thing with fetters”
My Little Hawk 