The Unwin Family

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

4 comments:

jenn said...: Were you testing something? I can't see an actual post! Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.; October 1, 2009 at 9:33 AM
skcoe said...: This blank space is so poignant. VERY DEEP.; October 1, 2009 at 11:09 AM
steff said...: These are blog posts that Chloe did while I was doing the laundry.; October 2, 2009 at 9:22 PM
Chris aka Nana said...: Great post, Chloe but next time let's see a cute picture of you!; October 4, 2009 at 7:13 PM

The things we say and the things kids hear are two completely different things...

Surving The Death Of An Adult Sibling By TJ Wray

I walk into the family room, turn on the television, and stand in front of it for a few moments. Distracted, I wander into the kitchen. I go purposely down the stairs into the basement laundry and stand for a long time, trying to remember why I was there in the first place. Then I start to cry. Again. What am I supposed to do? I seem to vacillate between numbness and hysteria, bewildered and lost in my own home . . . My mind is devoid of all thought; there is only a faint hum whirling around the place where my thoughts used to be. The numbness is punctuated every so often by a sudden surge of grief, a spasm really, that strikes without warning, bursting forth from the same blackness that mutes my thoughts.