Not What I Said

Not What I Said

Fallen - Earth Washed Away From Beneath The Mighty

Earth Washed Away From Beneath The Mighty
Leaving The Gravesite - Check your country's Amazon Store

In LeavingThe Gravesite, grief leads the main character to make a decision that nearly ends her life.  She makes this decision at such a young age that one can see why some parents may choose not to let their children attend a funeral or to shield them from the bereavement experience altogether.  The main character describes her experience as "... unlocking oceans of madness that wash away the earth from beneath the mighty."

On the other hand, an adult can harbor issues simply because of not being able to go through a helpful bereavement process as a child.  

This certainly was the case with my father.  His mother died at an early age.  She went to hospital in the mid-1920s.  He never saw her again nor did he ever see her grave.  He was six-years old.  It took over 70 years for him to find out how she died and where she was buried.  That revelation came about only through a sincere but out of the blue and rather rhetorical question by my aunt (his sister).  "What did those people ever do with my mother?

What's been your experience with bereavement as a child?

Leaving The Gravesite - Released on Amazon

Since the preview of this biographical e-book is limited on Amazon, I offer this excerpt:

Christmas 1995, Willfully Dying Alone

Just die! Cancer, pancreatitis, the diseases rack my body; a pending divorce, all in the last few months – at twenty seven years old, my body, soul, and spirit waste away in this hospital bed at Brooke Army Medical Center, San Antonio, Texas. Family, doctors, nurses, no one can pull me back. Prayer... it is just not a thing that exists in me. I shut off the words and encouragement that come from anyone. I willfully cut myself off physically and emotionally from all the people who love me or are connected to me.  That includes my two young children, a four-year old daughter, and a six-year old son. I am alone just like I planned to be.  A dead mother for Christmas 1995, that’s what I am delivering on Santa’s behalf.  At least everyone will be spared the horror of watching me die.  My temples are sunken.  My body stinks.  My room stinks.  Death hovers impatiently outside my window.  My next step is to stop breathing.  It was all but done.

I hear people entering my room as my entire torso tightens in pain, crushing my abdomen, working its way toward my throat.  I feel and hear my ribs creak.  Against my wishes, a doctor called my estranged husband.  The doctor urged him to bring my children to my bedside. 

http://www.amazon.com/LEAVING-GRAVESITE-negative-positive-sides-ebook/dp/B00ZLLHLLY/