Photo by © Kelvin M. Knight
No one tells you it’s the little things that rip through your heart. Everyone is prepared for the big things. You know, the personal effects, insurance settlements, bank account adjustments, clearing out closets…those necessary motions one must endure, get through, in the wake of death.
I was not ready for the quiet. I’m not okay having the remote to myself. You were right. I do channel surf too much. The toilet seat is always down and the bed is too big.
And now this! You always hated wheat bread. Damn you! I can’t even make a sandwich without falling apart.
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on the photo above by Kelvin M. Knight.
like mercury colliding... 
September 15th, 2017 at 2:52 am
Beautifully observed
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September 15th, 2017 at 6:49 am
Thank you Neil. 😊
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September 15th, 2017 at 4:00 am
So true, it is the little moments that catch you out in these situations. Nicely done.
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September 15th, 2017 at 6:48 am
Yes it is. Thanks Iain. 😊
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September 15th, 2017 at 4:44 am
Who ever it was/is, they need to do a big unwind
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September 15th, 2017 at 6:19 am
Indeed!
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September 15th, 2017 at 2:34 pm
Indeed!
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September 15th, 2017 at 6:16 am
Strange how, even years later, we have a momentary pause when some little event brings back a memory.
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September 15th, 2017 at 6:18 am
Yes. It is the little things…
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September 15th, 2017 at 2:01 pm
Fabulous!
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September 15th, 2017 at 11:23 pm
Thanks. 😊
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September 15th, 2017 at 2:19 pm
So there right with ya. It IS the little things that tear you up… Like breakfast alone… or those times when you’re out somewhere and you turn to make a comment…and, they’re not there to answer. Yep, this story tugs deep! Great write.
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September 15th, 2017 at 3:38 pm
Thanks Jelli. You are right…the turn to make a comment and they’re not there.
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September 15th, 2017 at 4:17 pm
A touching story. I liked the way you used the photoprompt almost as an aside to the story. Nicely told!
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September 15th, 2017 at 6:03 pm
Thank you Penny. 😊
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September 15th, 2017 at 4:21 pm
Totally believable. Very well done.
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September 15th, 2017 at 11:20 pm
Thank you. ❤️
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September 16th, 2017 at 7:53 am
The smallest things can bring the memories flooding back. A piece I’m sure many can relate to.
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September 16th, 2017 at 9:30 am
Thank you Keith!
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September 16th, 2017 at 5:47 pm
Beautifully written. You captured her grief perfectly.
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September 16th, 2017 at 5:59 pm
Thank you. ❤️
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September 17th, 2017 at 9:52 am
Dear Kat,
This touched me deeply, particularly the line about having the remote to herself. The emotion and thoughts are so true to life. You’ve captured the grief and the anger that goes with it so well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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September 17th, 2017 at 9:56 am
Thank you Rochelle. I have fortunately not yet suffered the loss of a partner, but in preparing this piece I tried to imagine the most unimaginable. How petty we are over little things until we realize that they are the most important things of all.❤️
Peace,
Kat
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September 17th, 2017 at 10:11 am
I’ve often thought about these things. I still, thankfully have my husband of 46 years. I have wondered if the things that irritate me might be the very things I’d miss.
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September 17th, 2017 at 12:05 pm
So touching Kat!💗💜🌹
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September 17th, 2017 at 12:16 pm
Thank you so much Willow! ❤️
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September 17th, 2017 at 12:20 pm
🌹💜💗
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