A to Z Challenge – X is for Xenophon

“Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.”


I like the basic idea of this quote… it does only affect the living when we grieve. I never knew how hard funerals were in my youth but find more and more people I know are passing on. The best “memorial” was for my mom because she HATED funerals and said she would find a way to haunt us all if we did not have a party after she died. So we had music, alcohol and family and friends. We held a raffle to give away some of the afghans she had crocheted. It was a party. I still grieved her, but it was more of a celebration of all she had done.

Past letters…


A Letter Never Sent

My dearest friend,

As I write this tonight, I think back on all you did for me.  How you were there at the right time and place to help me deal with a great loss.  How you guided my footsteps through pain and sorrow.  Now eleven years have passed, and you are no longer nearby.  Vanished from my life for reasons unknown.  I grieve your loss as much as the other.  I did and still do care about you.  Hope you are feeling fine.  I hope all those dreams you once shared with me have come true for you.  Above all I hope you have found that illusive happiness you never were able to grasp.

I will not lament the days we have lost.  I will instead treasure the times that we had.  I would raise a glass in your honor, but alcohol brough me to that dark place I was when I met you.  Although there are still some lose ends in that story, I figure you have forgotten what we shared.  There were not many minutes, only a handful of moments of help.  But enough to forever grant you a place in my heart.

I remember you fondly, I just hope you remember me.

Always a friend on your side,


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – lament

Seeing Spots

Another tear falls

Leaving a spot on my shirt

It is just salt water

But the dark spot bothers me

Today I want to honor her

And I want it to be perfect

Not marred by tears

But that slow release

Of liquid from my eyes continues

And if I look past my aggravation

I can see it is not ruining anything

In fact the release of each tear

Alleviates a little of the pain I have

Trying to say goodbye

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – alleviate

Mumbles … Milquetoast

So, I am still behind.  And I sit here facing the word milquetoast with a blank look on my face.  Or maybe that is just the way I always look?  I am throwing the towel in tonight.  I am just not thinking clear enough to write about something that is bland or feeble.  But I am having a flash back to my youth when I would be recovering from being sick and some of the first food my Mom would make me is milk toast.  These little things keep popping up that make me miss my Mom and Dad all over again.  We are planning out our Halloween decorations and I know Mom would have loved to have seen it.  Dad is missed with the Saturday college football game season upon us.  Does it ever stop hurting?  I still feel like they are just out for errands or something.  Thankfully I have a lot of good memories, and a large collection of photos.  I hope you all have a good weekend!  (((HUGS)))


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – milquetoast


When they bury your body
I won’t say goodbye
I refuse to let go
Our time was too short
It just isn’t fair
When they bury you
Can I crawl in beside you
Life without you is pointless
This emptiness is too much
It just isn’t fair

When they bury my life
I will be but a shell left behind
My heart was yours
It no longer beats
It just isn’t fair