The Unwin Family

Friday, January 28, 2011

2 comments:

skcoe said...: Oh MAN! I was so excited when my reader showed you'd put a new post up, and it's BLANK!

Tear.; January 28, 2011 at 5:03 PM
Chris aka Nana said...: Please come back!!; February 8, 2011 at 8:51 PM

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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.