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Reflection | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. November 10, 2013. I wouldn’t trade my past for anything. Every memory, every scar, every nightmare led to my husband and children. It molded every inch of who I am today. My heart breaks, however, for the child that was me. I could cry rivers for the helpless, innocent soul that was tormented for no reason other than opportunity. He destroyed every memory with any semblance of tranquility. He stole my childhood. During the few moments of ...
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The Call | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. October 6, 2013. I had no choice. There were no pros or cons. There was no alternative. This was the only way. This, or to watch as they laid his shrouded body into the cold ground to be buried with all the others. My brother was a year older than I, but I never felt like a little sister; always mistaken as his twin. He left me for a new friend. A selfish friend that took but never gave. I hold my breath. I made the call. This entry was po...
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Walk | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. October 6, 2013. I was told not to come home until I was skinny. I circled the neighborhood over and over. The approach of a car sent my heart fluttering. He. Would follow us to make sure we weren’t taking short cuts. He would yell for us to run. That we were full of lard and grease. With each step my tears would well, exhausted, my legs sore, my mouth parched. I was 11 years old. I was a cow at eighty pounds. No one to wipe them away.
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Vaseline | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. October 14, 2013. Giggling nervously and near hysteria they took turns slathering Vaseline on their faces. They went to her and showed her their genius plan to outwit him. She told them to take some off; that he would know and it. Would only be worse. With each mistake they were slapped. With each misstep they were kicked. With each falter, hesitation, or pause they were shoved further into their hate of him. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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My Mother | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. My mother often shared stories with me of times before I was born and times when I was too young to remember. These are her stories. As she relayed them to me throughout my life. One thought on “ My Mother. January 9, 2014 at 11:38 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Sorry...
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My Mother: Part 2 | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. November 15, 2013. My Mother: Part 2. She caught him staring at her sister in law. Ogling her through the curtains of their third floor apartment window, he thought himself a god, and how did she, a mere woman, dare to confront him. She would be punished for her blunder. Her heart torn, her body bruised and bleeding, she walked out of the front door. She walked down the first flight of stairs. Her son cried out in sudden agony. There was M...
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My Mother: Part 1 | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. October 11, 2013. My Mother: Part 1. Engaged at a young age to a man 11 years her senior, she was full of whimsy and fairytales as to what marriage would be. Those thoughts never crossed her mind again after she lay on the floor while he kicked her over and over during their brief engagement. She would lose all hope as he struck her with a wire hanger until the lines of blood would seep through her jeans. This entry was posted in My Mother.
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Embrace | shrouded memories
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The sadness of the past is with me always… – F. Scott Fitzgerald. October 6, 2013. I watched my toddler cuddling on her fathers chest. His embrace giving her all the peace in the world. Nothing mattered to her then. Of all the possible feelings she could have felt at that moment, safe would be the one she would use if she could express herself as an adult and not the 3 year old she was. It was then I realized what the love of a father could give to a child… and what it could take. Enter your comment here.