Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call.
So this write about anything prompt is gonna by weekly? Dangerous. I have no imagination so I write about what occupies in my mind now.
My best friend’s mother died yesterday and I have been with her since then trying to console her. We lived a lot together. She helped me a great deal in difficult times. I want to be by her side now that she is suffering and sad. We talked a lot these last hours. She’s a sweet woman but very strong inside. She has done everything she could for her mother, so she is at peace. Very sad because of the departure, but at peace with herself.
She’s a woman of faith and she firmly believes her mother, a good woman, is in a better place, perfectly happy now, free, at last, of all sufferings of this life, close to God. This evening we’ll meet again at the church for the funeral. So today I’m in a somber mood despite that outside it’s sunny and everything looks bright and beautiful. Shadows like this one are harsh but sometimes are necessary to highlight colors and brightness of life. We are now celebrating the beauty of the life of my friend’s mother.
My ex neighbour died last week, she was just 57 years old, a wonderful person. She had a stroke. It was a shock to all of us, as we knew the family so well. I would look after her cat when she was away and we spent many happy moments together. They moved, but we still had contact now and again, and I read it in the newspaper, unbelievable.
I’m so sorry about your friend. It’s especialy hard when someone you know dies this way, so suddenly and so young. I lost a coworker and friend in a car accident and was a hard blow. One day we were making arrangements to do a reportage together and next day he was gone for ever. Seeing his desk with all his things as he had left them the day before was a shock. It seemed he would appear any moment as any other day, laughing and joking. But let’s stop talking about the dead. Makes me sad. I’m sorry I brought up the subject. The wonders of the “write about anything” prompts