The End of the Beginning and the Beginning of the End

It had been a long day for him. He neatly folded his clothes for the next day as he learned in the military. Before walking into the kitchen, he placed the impeccably folded clothing beside his daughter’s bed. She no longer slept there because she was being raised by her grandparents. This was a thought that stung anytime it entered his mind.

It was a cold Wednesday in March and in the wee hours of the morning, he couldn’t cope. He found some relief one of the only ways he knew how, although he sensed he may regret it.

A quick pain ascended. His blood felt like razors. It all happened so swiftly; there was no stopping it. A tiny clang belted outward. Then, everything was silent.

The silence remained until the next morning but, it wouldn’t last for long. Commotion arose from every which way. We all cried out, with each, a different form. It was the saddest day. Perhaps, it was the end of a lot. Perhaps, at the same time, it was also the beginning. The beginning of something wonderful and horrible in a miserable yet miraculous dance.

There would be a space missing for a while until we all realized it wasn’t a space at all. For it was just a new land being crafted before our very eyes.

~For Dad~
We all still miss you.

10 thoughts on “The End of the Beginning and the Beginning of the End

    1. I was reluctant about sharing it because I felt like I was disrespecting him in some way by sharing small details of his last moments. Still, it was something I had to get out of my system – hopefully, he would or could understand that. & I think he would.

      Writing has always been not just my calling, but a form of therapy for me.
      Like I always say, TD…maybe we’ll all figure it out in the end.


  1. Author’s Note: Hey everyone. This is about as personal as I’ve ever gotten here on CardCastles. This post was originally only up for about 2 minutes, and then I tossed it in the virtual trash bin because something about it just didn’t feel right. Maybe it’s because it’s so deeply true to my actual life. Maybe it’s because I felt I was direspecting my father’s memory by sharing the last, not so pretty moments of his life.

    Whatever my reasons were, just know that the only reason I had the courage to remove it from the virtual trash bin & republish it was my good friend, Dianne Gray. She is a sweet, kind hearted-person & expressed the desire to read this. So Dianne, this one’s for us, and all the dreamers. 😉



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