Writing

The pacing in this piece added to the depth of emotion in a way I've never quite experienced. I felt like the writer/viewpoint character was a close friend I wanted to hug and rock in my arms to let her know I care, even though I can offer nothing to ease the bitter unfairness of her loss or grief.

There was only one sentence of the story that confused me: "By the time Aiden was about nine, he figured out “tell mom, get gift from dad.” But none of us minded. I didn't understand what Aiden would tell mom to get a gift from dad and I had to read it several times. Was it to mean, tell mom what he wanted, and he would get it from dad? Maybe I should have understood, but it stumped me until just now writing about it.

Writing is the best therapy I know and you have captured so much of the raw pain you experienced that the reader cannot help but feel it. I hope the writing of it offered you a moment or two of release, the way a deep, wailing scream can when expressing grief.

Peace and healing to you.