My 7 year old brought home a short story that she wrote in class after reading a book with a similar scenario. I pulled it out of her backpack and read it, not realizing what it was about or what kind of impact it would have on me. It hurt. It hurt me because I miss Mark and it hurt me because my girls miss their brother. There was a physical ache and heaviness in my chest...the same ache that comes when I am reminded in all of those other "unexpected" ways that Mark is not here anymore...daily...it feels like being punched in the stomach...realizing that he is not coming back...saying goodbye to him all over as if it were THAT DAY...again.
The Magic Lizerd
One day I found a purple pebble jest like Alexander. I ran to the liard to make my wish. he said I could wish for three thangs. First, I would wish for my brother to be with me because he dided. Next, I would wish to go to heven because I want to see God. Finally, I wish for the homeless people to have mony so they can have a home. Finding a purple pebble and meeting a magickal lizard would be fantastick. I hope my wishes come true.
...me too Madison...me too.
1 week ago