Weekend Writing Prompt #140 – Anew

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The ache comes back anew.
Two years have passed, but it seems like minutes ago that Mum started another journey.
I am content to think she is reunited with my Dad.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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12 Responses to Weekend Writing Prompt #140 – Anew

  1. Dear Di,

    My parents have been gone for over 30 years. The ache still begins anew. Nicely done.



  2. Rowena says:

    Hi Di,
    This was beautifully written and really touched my heart.
    Both of my parents are still live and in their early 70s (until later this year when they reach 75, which makes them sound that much older!)
    Yesterday, I had a curious experience. My mum’s sister died when she was 36 years young over 36 years ago. I was about 14 years old when she died and although I hadn’t seen much of her for awhile, I was very close to her as a young child and I don’t think those connections beyond memory ever disappeared at a deeper level. Also, with her dying so young, I also listened to my mother’s and grandparents’ grief and absorbed that as my own. We were driving up to Queensland and stopped for petrol at the town where she used to work and spotted a bakery and indulged ourselves. Despite being in a country town, it had a very qualified pastry chef and claimed to have the best vanilla slice and they weren’t wrong. We stopped at the bakery again yesterday on our way home and I noticed a sign to the hospital where my aunt worked as a nurse across the road and I thought of her driving to work. Sometimes, I really feel like I’m almost in her shoes. It’s uncanny like she’s with me, which doesn’t really sit well with my beliefs but what do we really know about what happens when we die?
    So I perfectly understand your sentiments and I don’t think we should apologise for our grief, our memories or cherishing the ones we love. For them to disappear without a trace in my mind, would be a great mistake.
    Best wishes,

  3. Faith provides comfort for those that possess it. A poignant piece Di.

  4. Dale says:

    Beautifully done, Di.

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