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Category: Daisy Whitney

Another deserted sentence. Another side effect of death. Words go AWOL.

death, life, words

Because I’m living, and I sure as hell don’t have a clue how to feel anything but empty.

emptiness, feeling, life, living

Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can’t seem to manage anything when I’m living.

death, happiness, life, living, loss

I am no longer the left behind. I am the living. And I want everything this life has to offer. I stop for a second and look around at all the shops and stores and stalls. At all the people, going about their days, at all the moments they’re living. This is what I want. I want to live every moment. I want to feel everything.

desire-to-live, feeling, life, living, people, purpose, want

I don’t tell her that my grasp on truth, on words, on people, has slipped. I was getting close, so close to normal again, and that’s been snatched away. I’m not even back where I started. I’m somewhere else entirely, so far off the map I don’t know where to turn next.

crisis, hurt, life, normal, people, strength, words

Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don’t enter anymore.

death, echoes, family, house, life, loss, rooms

When someone you love has died, there is a certain grace period during which you can get away with murder. Not literal murder, but pretty much anything else.

death, family, mother

Do you need anything?” she asks. A mom A dad. Someone. Anyone. Can you arrange for that? “Nah, I’m good.

family, home, loss, mom, parents

This is what I’m supposed to be doing this summer. This is how I’m supposed to be passing my days. Figuring out the secret to how she was the most joyful person when she was dying. Because I’m living, and I sure as hell don’t have a clue how to feel anything but empty.

family, healing, inspirational, loss, pain

She expected a lot of me. When I was in fourth grade working on a book report, she made me start the whole thing over when she read it and said it was barely even legible. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked her. “It’s not good enough yet. You have to try harder,” she said, her voice gentle. “You have to try hard at everything you do. That’s all I ask.” I rolled my eyes and revised it, and over time her approach wore off on me and I became like her too – wanting to do my best, expecting my best.

effort, family, mom, mother, perseverance, the-best

You’re not the same. You’re not supposed to be the same. You’re supposed to be different. This isn’t something you will ever forget.

memories, memory, ptsd, rape, trauma, trauma-memories, traumatic-experiences, violence

Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.

insparational, japan, kareoke, love, moving-on, sadness, singing