a beautiful disaster
When I logged on to Facebook, I wasn't expecting to find my mother's suicide note.
When I logged on to Facebook, I wasn't expecting to find my mother's suicide note.
There's nothing quite like the moment a drug deal goes bad, and you see someone lose their head.
We visited him in the hospital over 100 times during the last 14 years, but the one time we didn't go was the one time it counted.
When I almost killed myself, you licked the tears from my face and when you died, I held your cold paw and tried not to cry.
I spoon-fed the food that filled my Aunt's lungs and killed her.
Although cancer took my little brother ten years ago when he was a sophomore in college, his first (and only) boyfriend and I still refer to one another as "brothers-in-law."
Your brains will never wash off our daughter's bedroom walls.
I learned that night that sometimes when a person threatens to commit suicide, they aren't bluffing.
I couldn't stop thinking about how that picture board had been made for a graduation party, not a funeral.
My patient's last words before he died, surrounded by family, were: "I feel so loved right now."
After 10 years of counseling, a full time career, and the support of 4 children, my dad still cries every night at the loss of Mom.
The night before my dad died, I rolled my eyes and gave an exasperated sigh when he asked me to go to the kitchen and get him a glass of water, but I can't remember if I told him that I loved him.
Diagnosed in October, terminal in November, gone by December.
As I spoon-fed my Grandfather what would be his last meal, I already knew it'd be a moment I would never forget, despite him being so drugged that he thought I was my mother.
It was only when she recoiled with horror in her eyes that I realized how completely I had misread her signals.
I lost five years of my life for kindly asking someone to put some paper in a bag.
The positive test confirmed that I was a mother, but bleeding at 5 weeks made sure I wouldnt hear being called "Mama" this time around.
When I told my dad I'd misplaced my class ring, he told me his was lost 30 years ago when "a girl died in a car accident."
Had I realized that he would be dead within 24 hours, I would have asked what he meant after he said, "No matter what, I did my best".
I will never forgive them for letting me find out my aunt had committed suicide on the five o'clock news.
Since he died, I haven't been able to enjoy hugs at all.
I never realized that I had so many memories in this house until Hurricane Ike swept it away.
You made your sister an only child after the "Half of My Heart is in Iraq" sticker on your truck became untrue.
She hung herself with the purse I gave her for Christmas.
When they left me alone with your body, my fist came down so hard I heard your ribs crack.
If you've never seen your friend's baby girl wave goodbye to her daddy as his casket leaves the funeral, I want to be you.
My father died when I was six and the day after, I wrote in my diary that I was feeling better.
It was better to have 23 years with a wonderful mom than 53 years with a lousy one.
The best hug I ever got was just before I found out one of my friends was dead.
Fred died less than sixteen hours after he attended our concert, after which he had repeatedly told us how well we'd done.
My dad, always looking for a bargain, picked up an ugly, dying, needles-falling-off tree on Christmas Eve; five hours later, he was dead and the tree was still there.
My best friend was ecstatic to meet her mother, the woman that walked out on her as a child.
They drove frantically as she bled and lost their twins.
I will never live in a world as bright and beautiful and alive as I did when I was six.
I collapsed into a chair when the vet told me he had cancer, but he put his head in my lap to comfort me, sensing only my sadness.
In less than 24 hours, I found out he constantly dropped ecstasy, cheated on me by sleeping with his cousin's 15 year old best friend, fooled around with his best friend's sister, and that everything I knew in this world from the man I was ready to marry was a lie.
I am one of the ones that got burned by a home loan that was too good to be true.
The 1/32nd dose of the experimental drug cut her cancer in half, and I can't help but wonder if she would be alive today if they would have just given her a full therapeutic dose.
My first kiss happened just months after my mother died.
I'm convinced that if I had just asked her to prom she wouldn't have moved away and we would be together.
Rod Stewart and I are the only two people who have ever felt this way.
The minute you walked away, I knew you weren't a man.
She walked into the room and coherency decided to step outside for a smoke break.
Knowing that my miscarriage brought him relief is something I'm not sure I'll ever forget.
On the day I miscarried, I drove to a job interview, and when the Misfits came on the radio, I wondered if I'd still be able to listen to songs about killing babies after I'd lost my own.
He knew I didn't love him anymore when I turned away to sleep after sex instead of letting him hold me.
I had gone 28 years - my entire life - without touching a dead body, and I'm quite content to go another 28 years before doing it again.
I wouldn't have been such a bitch if I had known I would never see you again.
As I wiped the dried blood from his hands, I couldn't know that I would never see him again.
The outside of our house looked pristine,untouched, not a window broken, but when we tried to unlock the door, we found the key-hole was full of mud.
I didn't expect myself to survive to see the two year anniversary of the day they told me it had been a single bottle of pills that took her away.
Friends are there for you no matter what, unless they sleep with your boyfriend.
I was suddenly uninvited from my step daughter's wedding so the man who had brutalized her mother for 25 years could show up in a borrowed suit and later depart after the reception without even saying goodbye to anyone.
I was teaching on 9/11, and after I dismissed my students, for a long time afterward I couldn't interact with any of them without wondering if I would eventually read that they had "died in the service of their country."
It's not the hangovers I fear the most, but the fact that I've lost a few hours of my life that I can never get back.
My brother bet me $5 that you and I would grow old together, and two days later when you broke up with me I bought five boxes of the most bittersweet twinkies I have ever eaten in my life.