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The Final Teardrop

It was all I could do to try to stem the flood of tears that threatened to escape me.  The harder I tried, the stronger the urge grew until I could hold them back no more. At long last, I gave in and allowed myself to grieve.

As I stared into my husband’s eyes, I could almost believe he could see me: his sparkling eyes trained directly onto mine.  The photograph curled up at the edges in my hand.  I should have known that my decision to unearth this photo album was only an invitation to revisit the pain.  Not only did it bring back the flood of emotions attached to the memories, but worse, I’d eventually have to admit that he is gone forever.  Closing the album meant closing a chapter of my life. Continue reading “The Final Teardrop”

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I Remember

This is a story that I wrote in 1990, when I was 15. It was published in a student anthology at the time.


They were right when they said it would be different after grandpa died. It’s been a year and my life hasn’t – and never will be – the same.

image5My grandpa was a kind, loving, handsome man. He loved music and dancing. He loved to sing in the church choir every Sunday. But, above all, he loved his grandchildren.

The youngest of 12 children, he grew up just outside of Vanderhoof, British Columbia on a little farm in Chilko. His parents had emigrated from Ireland hoping for a better life in Canada. Times were rough, but they managed. They named their youngest son Arthur Percival (Percy, for short.) Continue reading “I Remember”