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This mixed collection contains fiction, non-fiction, prose, and poetry. Entries vary in length from very short to one that is over 3000 words.

53 entries written in 2018: ▶︎

53 entries written in 2019: ▶︎

43 entries written in 2020 ▶︎

2 entries written in 2021 ▶︎

Entries written in 2022 ▶︎



NOTE: All Titles with ~ ~ are either non-fiction or based on a true story.




January 24, 2019 at 7:10am
January 24, 2019 at 7:10am
#950332
"Father-God, It is New Year's Eve again. It has been four years since Mommy died but I still miss her so much."

"God, why did she have to die on the one holiday I used to celebrate?"

"I don't know what to do this year. I just know I will likely never celebrate New Year's Eve again as long as I live. For me, it will always be the anniversary of the day my mother died."

"God, What can I do this year to help me cope with the lingering feelings of grief?"

"What can I do?"

"You remember, the first year after her death I visited her grave back in Wellsville."

"The second year, I stayed up all night making five slow-cookers full of corned beef and cabbage—one of each of my kids' families."

"Right now, I can't remember what I did last year."

"I think I was at Matthew's, wasn't I?"

"I know I didn't get together with family but I think my camper was parked on his property."

"What can I do this year?"

"Move into the dilapidated house you bought"

"I could do that. I could buy something to sleep on and a table."

"I have those jigsaw puzzles Glenda gave me. Mommy and I used to work jigsaw puzzles all the time."

"And I have her poetry books—the ones we used to read together. I could read poetry and remember all the times she and I read poems together."

"I remember..."

"I re..."

"ring—ring—ring"

"Uh, Uh, Hello?"

"I love you, ruwthy."

"Mommy, Mommy, Is that you?"

"ruwthy..."

"Oh, Mommy!! I miss you so much!! I love you, too!!"

"I dream about seeing you again when I get to heaven."

"I love you, my darling girl..."

"Mommy—oh, Mommy, I love you so!!"

"Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? I don't care if I am, I am so glad to hear your voice even if it is a dream, I love you!"




Written for "The Dialogue 500Open in new Window.
Prompt: You receive a phone call from a dead relative.
Word Count: 332 Words



~ ~ ~ JESUS is LORD! ~ ~ ~






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