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LJI Idol, Second Chance Gauntlet--3

"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down."

The anger surprises me sometimes.  I remember reading about the stages of grief for Psych 101.

What a load of horseshit.  You can't fit human experience into a cookie cutter, and why on earth would you ever be angry?  That's simply stupid.  Grief is sadness, plan and simple.  You're sad someone is gone; why would you be angry with someone for something they couldn't control?  And has no place in love, right?

Oh, to be 18 again, when the world is black and white, and you are so sure of yourself, of knowing how the world in numbered and ordered.

The urn is black and gold, the size of the pastel plastic Easter eggs she used to heap in baskets.  One for me, one for my sister.  Egg hunts were too competitive, you see.  Everything had to be even.  That was only fair.

This time, it's not fair.  I have the urn, the egg, nestled in my hand.  Just me.  After all those years, things aren't fair.  They're in my favor, and no one cares...but me.

It's not fair.

The cruel irony of that last afternoon comes back to me from time to time.  Holding her hands and she drifted in and out.  I was every woman in our family in turn.  I didn't let got;  I couldn't.  Even when she called me by her older sister's name and started softly singing "Ring aroun' a rosie," so softly I had to lean my head down.  So close, I could feel her breath against my ear.

The song comes back when I least expect it.  And I look at that urn.  And then the anger at being left floods through me.

And I fall down.


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Mar. 1st, 2016 10:39 pm (UTC)
Mar. 2nd, 2016 12:35 am (UTC)
Thank you. *hugs*
Mar. 1st, 2016 11:10 pm (UTC)
Goodness. Breathtaking.

Mar. 2nd, 2016 12:35 am (UTC)
Thank you so much.
Mar. 2nd, 2016 12:47 am (UTC)
This piece is very powerful. Showing how anger can be a part of grief is challenging, but you handle it well.
Mar. 3rd, 2016 08:20 am (UTC)
I second this.
Mar. 2nd, 2016 03:13 am (UTC)
Man! So powerful and emotional! Wow! AW
Mar. 2nd, 2016 04:37 am (UTC)
This is difficult. Sad, but I can feel your anger and longing too. Nicely done.
Mar. 2nd, 2016 06:05 am (UTC)
you dont get angry ever, because you were trained that anger isnt allowed.

and you dont realize that you've been forbidden anger, until years and years and decades later. when you realize that anger is normal. and then you have to learn how to deal with it all new.
Mar. 2nd, 2016 07:30 am (UTC)
Very powerful.
Mar. 2nd, 2016 11:51 am (UTC)
Beautifully told.*Hugs*
Mar. 2nd, 2016 03:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, so very sad.
Well done.
Mar. 3rd, 2016 12:19 am (UTC)
Mar. 3rd, 2016 03:18 am (UTC)
When I was 30 I lost my husband of six years to cancer. I had the angries after he was gone.

So, this got me good.
Mar. 3rd, 2016 10:10 pm (UTC)
I understand. Towards the end of my grandmother's life, she didn't recognize me all the time.

Once she called my by my grandfather's name. It was not easy.

Mar. 3rd, 2016 10:51 pm (UTC)

Wiping away me tears.

Such a very touching entry.
Mar. 6th, 2016 01:44 am (UTC)
I'm dealing with this now. Except I'm angry with the ones who are still here, and at myself for not going to see her more when I still could.
Mar. 6th, 2016 03:26 am (UTC)
I'm realizing, more and more, that the majority of my anger is at the ones who are still here, too. I have moments where, after dealing with mother, I get mad that there is all of this STUFF that I have to deal with that was left behind.

But that's not really directed at Granma or Grandpa. It's the situation.

I have a lot of things going on about this in my heart and my head right now, so I'm not really communicating well. But I do hear you, and I understand where you are coming from.
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