Synesthetic decay

Dec 19, 2019 00:07

I can still hear echoes from my childhood. Standing in the basement of the old church, my grandfather and I are next to each other, my grandmother seated at the piano to my right. The baby blue walls take in what little sunshine peeks through the small windows at the opposite wall. They match the key Grandma is improvising in. G major ( Read more... )

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rhodielady_47 December 19 2019, 10:01:28 UTC
I am so very sorry to hear of this coming loss...
{{{Hugs you}}}
:^(

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adoptedwriter December 19 2019, 11:41:35 UTC

Hugs. Beautifully written. Lovely imagery. But, fuck cancer.

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nikkiii_brown December 19 2019, 19:28:46 UTC
Omg this was just utterly breathtaking. I also have a step-grandfather who I refer to as my grandfather. Those who don't already know just think he's biologically linked to me, so this really resonates with me. My kids call him Papa. I am so very sorry for your losses and for the one that is coming. I know you are so thankful for the time you had with him. *hugs*

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sunouttomorrow December 19 2019, 19:39:26 UTC
So hauntingly and beautifully written with such lovely imagery in the colors and tumultuous skies.
I'm so sorry for your losses and for the one yet to come. *hugs*
This brought tears to my eyes.

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me_sonrei December 21 2019, 06:32:33 UTC
Oh, I'm so sorry :(

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