A Humorous Husband

“One week,” Julia wrote in her journal, “it’s been one week since I’ve seen another human being.” Prior to the wars and conflicts that ripped her life to shreds, Julia had kept her journal as a log of her thoughts. Now the journal was the only thing keeping her sane. Julia tried to cling to anything that could remind her of the normalcy she used to know, but the journal was the only thing that truly still felt safe.

I was sprawled out on my old bed with a quilt partially wrapped around me. It was cold in the bedroom. I had taken mom’s diary out of my suitcase. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I laid there flipping through the pages.

She sat one last time, on the balcony of her room at the Majestic, overlooking the beach and glanced out at the harbor. She sipped her espresso, pensive about Javier. Her jaw quivered ever so slightly as she said her final goodbyes. Time to join the living. Enough grieving! She had wept the reverent tears of a forlorn wife.

I wanted to be there, even though it was quite a trip. The traffic was dreadful especially on this holiday weekend. The minute I got your letter, I had the courage to risk it all. What matters now is you’re back and my heart starts beating again. I’ve reached the hill finally. There was a chill in the air. The only sounds were bugs thrumming in the grasses above and birds chirping even higher up. And there you were, looking as if we didn’t part. There was no hesitation, we linked arms with each other. No urging needed, we kissed and

As a major loss, her husband’s suicide made her empty and lonely but not for long. She soon emerged as a stronger and more spiritual person, thanks

Afterward, she sulked back upstairs and threw herself on her bed. after laying for a few minutes, she rolled over and grabbed a picture of her brother, and a tear rolled down her cheek she found it to believe that it had already been a whole year since he passed away. She set the picture back in its place and laid down allowing herself to drift into the peaceful void of sleep.

It was that time of the year again. Her daughter, Daisy, and husband would pack up the minivan with everything she could possibly need. Each time they embarked on this journey, there was a sense of silence and unknowing in the air. She would be there for a couple months, unable to feel the fresh autumn air and using all the strength left to just simply brush her teeth. Daisy hated seeing her mother this way. She hated the way the chemo made her mother weak and fragile, she hated knowing that she could lose her at anytime.

He could tell by the way she took a deep breath and the light in her eyes she had felt it too. He watched the way her hips swayed as she walked and the way her thigh high boots hugged her long tanned thighs. He began imagining those thighs wrapped around his waist, he wanted to feel her ample breasts crushed beneath his chest. He gave himself a mental shake. The last thing he wanted was another woman like Roxanne, curves in all the right places and that innocent look in her eyes. They had an amazing sex life, but Roxanne had suddenly had a change of heart and moved on. He did not know what had happened, he thought they were happy together. They gave each other what they needed, a lot of freedom and sex. He did not know why it upset him that she had left, but it did ... He missed her. It was not in him to miss anyone. He was always the one to do the leaving, he had not been dumped since he was twelve. Women gravitated towards him, he knew he would not be lonely for long. There was always someone else wanting to pick up where the others had left

Just a month ago he had won her over after almost a year of failure. She was all he could wish for, and in the early hours of Christmas morning he realized just how lucky he was. “ I’ve always loved you,” her voice came out in a whisper, choked back by tears. “ I was always yours… I just… I was terrified that once I said it you’d get bored and leave.” tears began to pour steadily out of her eyes as she buried herself into his chest. He stood there holding her for an eternity, his heart swelled, his head began to spin wildly and he could feel the tears falling from his own eyes, down his cheeks and onto her. Her brilliant emerald eyes looked up into his and with a kiss they began their quest for home. The tears quickly ended as they both seemed to be entranced in the beauty of the world around them

Client mentioned that she had a busy good week. She will be staying with her aunt this summer, and she will be able to save some money as she has found two jobs. Moreover, she mentioned that her aunt, who is a Therapist, would look after her and help her find a local Bereavement Counsellor, who can help her to cope with bereavement while studying and working two jobs. Client stated that since her father's death, her perception of time has slowed down. She also mentioned that she recently realised that her father was a secure base for her and that now she is trying to find new principles that can provide that secure base. Client stated that sometimes worries to have lost her positive personality and to never feel well again.

Placing down a bunch of flowers, she stood and stared blankly. She had not been here for a while, and she could see numerous mementos lovingly placed. Not one of these items was from her, or reflected that she had a place in his life; and that alone felt tragic given how much she had grieved him.

There’s so much to say and so little words to say it with. First of all, I love and miss you. Everybody loves and misses you, especially Kalli. It’ll be two months since you passed when I turn this assignment in, but I have a feeling it will still feel just as unreal as it did that night. I know you’re watching all of us with your mother, sipping on a can of Natural Light or a glass of boxed wine and laughing when we laugh, smiling when we smile, and crying when we cry. These are all the things I wish I could have said to you, what I should have said to you because now I realize life is short.

The top of the lake was breathe taking as the pink sky reflected of the rippling water, which went on for what seemed like miles until it hit he trees line. The view was other worldly just like her perception on life. Gabrielle stated, “I try to look for the best in everyone even if they have done me wrong”. With the wind now blowing through her long blonde hair as she looked at me she could tell I wasn’t sure what she had meant by this. She began to elaborate on her last statement. “Not everything someone does should define them. Many people make mistake just as I do. If I was to hold a grudge on everyone that has hurt me, then when would I ever have time to focus on what makes me happy?” She said this and took deep breathe in of this fresh summers air and as let it out while she gave me one her amazing smiles that could light up a room. Gabrielle has always expressed a great amount of love for life as a whole. As the sun got lower in the sky that evening and seemed to nearly fall out of the sky just pasted the horizon we began to wrap up the conversation. Just before it was time to go Gabrielle turned and showed me her tattoo on her side that reads, “Life Is Beautiful”. She explained to me, “Every morning when I wake up, I read this quote that got me through everything in my life and smile, because I know I will always be okay”. When she said to me it stuck with me. She said that with so much

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

It was a sunny mundane day in our small town, Jodie. I recollect that day as if i was living it just yesterday. How could I forget the last day I have seen my Alison. She was tremendously happy her father, Victor was coming home from the army that same day. The same day I thought it would’ve been a good day for a picnic out in the woods. Just to kill time until her father came home. Most immensely colossal mistake I have ever made. Victor had called moments before we were leaving saying he’ll be home in a few hours, I had told him I was taking Alison to the park. Alison then kept telling me to hang up so we could go to the park. During the car ride Alison was going on perpetually about what she had drawn for her dad, a family portait of all of us.