...Til the Fat Lady Sings

[karmasoup]

C’est La Vie

When my cell rang last Monday night, I was a little surprised at the display on the caller ID, because it wasn’t my birthday.   It wasn’t Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, or even Mother’s Day.  I was just in the process of making dinner, same as any other random weekday evening, as far as I knew.

I listened, mostly.  Generally, that’s

Comments

[whipchick]

Your format so interestingly goes hand in hand with your structure. The beginning seems so strong, too, with the statements of fact where the reader might expect emotion. Nice job.

[karmasoup]

Thanks. I was going for creating a feeling of increasing disjointedness, to match the process of this experience. I'm glad it came through.

[basric]

Well done. Well written.

[karmasoup]

Thanks.

[mymisguided]

I really like the format of this; it's interesting and unique, and like you said in the comments, it matches the story itself. Good work!

[karmasoup]

Thanks for reading... glad you liked it, and, glad it worked the way I'd hoped it would.

[karmasoup]

Thank you so much... I'm really glad that came through. There is a lot more of the story that isn't here... I wanted to give that impression without it seeming too fragmented, and for there to be meaning in what was shared without seeming too empty because of what wasn't. I used the space to "hold space" around the untold, and am glad there was enough left around it to matter.

[ashgaelsonaria]

may peace find you, or you find it.

[liret]

This seems like an awful situation to be in.

I think even with people we've had to cut out of our lives, there can be grief - not exactly for the person, but for what they could or should have been to you.

[karmasoup]

You know, that is so true. Homebuddy says that every time a relationship is lost, either through death or failure to connect, what is given up the hardest and grieved the most is the potential you believed in for your future. I don't know that I ever believed there would be potential between my father and I, but, the end of his life marks a certainty that there can't be, and that's another death of its own, that dies the hardest. Thanks for getting it.