81/365 Gene
We were twins separated at birth by time. After his unexpected death I upended drawers hunting down photos—terrified I’d forget his face even though it was in every mirror. Shrapnel from the bullet he gunned into his own tormented heart, lodged into mine.
posted by - Christine at 5:44 AM
3 Comments:
no matter how hard I try, I can't find any acceptable words ... all I can convey is that this was beautifully written, and painfully poignant, and I only wish you never had to know such things intimately enough to bring them to the page
It is hard (for me anyways) to respond to writing like this without sounding trite. The grief is so powerful...
I'm loss for words as well. Only that I wish you had not experienced such a loss. Desole.
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