Naked. Bare. Stripped.
She gazed out the window at the leafless trees, on this grey November day. A handful of God's kindling on the ash of dead grass and sparse snow.
She felt the same...dead. Life had slowly leached out of her the same way shorter days and cooler weather had diminished the deciduous.
Seth's slow decline had left her in this dimly lit bedroom curled into a fetus, tear-stained and drained.
The funeral had been brief and sparsely attended. Such a dramatic change from the loving happy crowd that had filled the house and drained the punch bowl and veggie trays back in June. The buzz and enjoyment as so many friends milled over eighth grade artwork and kindergarten photos.
Top ten percent of his class and a soccer goalie for the past four years, she wasn't sure where he had gone so "off-track." Why he had sought escape in the bottom of orange tubular bottles.
The discovery of his overdosed corpse absolutely contradicted the boy she had raised, the fruit of her recently expired marriage.
She knew the divorce was inevitable and had little to do with Seth's downward spiral. It had been looming for a few years, but the timing of the loss coincided so much with the death that her world was completely torn to tatters.
She gazed out the window at the leafless trees, on this grey November day. A handful of God's kindling on the ash of dead grass and sparse snow.
She felt the same...dead. Life had slowly leached out of her the same way shorter days and cooler weather had diminished the deciduous.
Seth's slow decline had left her in this dimly lit bedroom curled into a fetus, tear-stained and drained.
The funeral had been brief and sparsely attended. Such a dramatic change from the loving happy crowd that had filled the house and drained the punch bowl and veggie trays back in June. The buzz and enjoyment as so many friends milled over eighth grade artwork and kindergarten photos.
Top ten percent of his class and a soccer goalie for the past four years, she wasn't sure where he had gone so "off-track." Why he had sought escape in the bottom of orange tubular bottles.
The discovery of his overdosed corpse absolutely contradicted the boy she had raised, the fruit of her recently expired marriage.
She knew the divorce was inevitable and had little to do with Seth's downward spiral. It had been looming for a few years, but the timing of the loss coincided so much with the death that her world was completely torn to tatters.
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