BBC News'We had to wait seven months to find out how our child died'
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ItzSilA Farewell for Ngũgĩ
“Hope is the fuel that gives us the strengthto endure and to fight, even when the odds seem impossible.” Ngugi Wa Thiong’o Ngũgĩ, giant of letters, your words soared—A bridge of courage over rivers of fear.You taught us that language is a homeland,That the spirit of a people is in its tongue. Your pen, a […] A Farewell for Ngũgĩhttps://fedhajnrblog.wordpress.com/2026/05/29/a-farewell-for-ngugi-2/
Rick Bauer"Two Sentences" is now live on @medium — a true story about guilt, grief, and the strange ways we find peace. In 1989, Tommy died. Some thought it was suicide. 30 years later, the truth came out, and so did Tommy — in a dream that changed everything. If you've ever carried guilt for something that wasn't your fault, this might resonate. Link in bio. #Medium #TrueStory #WritingCommunity #Grief #Healing #amwriting @writers @[email protected] @writing
https://medium.com/@firebird7479/two-sentences-6865c20aa5b0
https://medium.com/@firebird7479/two-sentences-6865c20aa5b0
Trish
Anna Saultron 
"STOP!"
I screamed in pain, into the void and yelled crying, begging the world to stop just for a moment...
And the world stopped.
I stood up with shaky knees, still crying and trying to not burst into another wave of shiver and pain.
Walking like a zombie to a empty space, opened a door that wasn't there and stepped outside.
"I can't anymore -," I whispered as I slipped through this crack in our reality, "- please keep my memories separated from me, keep them here in this reality, give me a chance of living happy without the pain."
I tried to slam the door behind me, it screeched and I didn't hear it slam.
I whisper, standing in the rain on the street in this reality: "I know that this is not how it works." As I stare to the door, through which a part of me just left.
"I will stay behind, a fraction of myself, smaller as before. Seeing myself in a different light, leaving myself to other places.
Maybe with some luck, I might fade away, or reunite with myself. If I can handle myself again as a whole."
I sigh.
"Maybe this me is, not a lost fragment but a sapling.-"
I sit down. "-We will see."
In the rain my tears run invisible over my cheeks.
"Goodbye my other me, may you be happy on the other side."
#NanoFiction #OneTootFiction #Writing #Goodbye #NewBeginning #Emotion #Grief #Loss
Kit AuthorNew post: Pet Grief Comes In Many Forms https://petgriefpathfinder.com/pet-grief-comes-in-many-forms/ #grief #money #rehoming
Coach Sankhavaram ®Joy.
Suffering.
Fun.
Suffering.
Delight in the power of doing the work.
let's get down to clown!
A Porch & A PenA Truth Buried in My Phone
I found a note buried in my phone — words I wrote 18 months after losing my mom and 4 after losing my dad. Reading them now reminded me how quietly a person can be falling apart while looking fine. And right under those words was a line that stopped me cold: “Y’all, I tried.”https://lauraleacupp.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/a-truth-buried-in-my-phone/
GhostrunnerScoutydog was unresponsive last night. Walked into him having a dream about running, sat and gave pets for 10 minutes until realizing he wasnt waking up. Wife sat vigil till 3am after which he started to get up and about.
Up and running this morning. #EndOfLifeCare in general is not something western society prepares well for, #pet included.
#grief and #joy with a side of #exhaustion.
ℵ₀ 🏳️⚧️🏴☠️