She was tired of the anecdotes, tired of the 'funny stories', tired of the countless recollections of The Good Times.  Above all,  she was tired of steeling herself for the benefit of family.   Bursting into the bathroom, she swiftly threw the lock and gazed at her sad, sunken reflection in the gold framed mirror over the sink. The levee strained, bulged, and finally broke, silent sobs streaming tears down her sullen cheeks, streaking her mascara and falling from her chin onto her elegant black dress.   She wished they all would just shut their well intentioned mouths.  Couldn’t they understand that, if he was now in such a better place, where, exactly, did that leave her?

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Comment by crumpdev on January 19, 2012 at 10:17am

Well done. I lost my wife, lover, and best friend of 18 years last January. It is only now, a year later, that I am able to turn inward to her again and draw strength from a lifetime of awesome, incomparable memories. I still have angry, painful moments- even days, but they cannot compare and do no justice to the love and beauty we shared during our short and fleeting lives.

Comment by Mike Handley on January 18, 2012 at 7:03pm

Bravo, Christian. Exactly. And I love the levee reference.

Comment by Angela on January 17, 2012 at 9:31pm

Perfect question.  Well done.

Comment by Teresa on January 17, 2012 at 8:06pm

Well captured.  Smooth and unsentimental.

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