The scribblings of a widower in his sixties who has discovered the therapy of the written word. Join me on my journey from grief to satisfaction and how I eventually got there.
About me
I am a sixty-five-year-old widower, (In 2023). I discovered writing to cope with the grief of losing my wife of thirty-five years to cancer. I began by writing my first short story, The Slow Cooker (Link to the story here).https://scatterbrianblogs.com/the-slow-cooker/
This was followed by a story about each of the five stages of grief. Here I am, over one hundred and fifty stories later and four novels in progress.
Follow me on my journey, whether you’re a fellow sufferer or just keen on a story.
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Today’s Story
Rose Bush:
Looking into her eyes, it all came back. The cafe in Doha, that first glimpse, troubled yet smiling in a distant way, followed by every memory, photo and video spanning months.
Wrapping my arms around her, I recalled just how delicate she was, her head tucking under my chin, against my rib cage. Like embracing a rose bush, I was gentle, but aware of the thorns.
They weren’t far behind as I inhaled her scent, and she was conscious of it.
“Please, I’ve been on that plane for seven hours, that’s disgusting!” She snapped but made no attempt to move.
“I’ll be the judge of that”, I exhaled, savouring the olfactory anomaly of her sweat and the distant linger of fragrant shampoo. Closing my eyes, I held onto that sensation as long as possible at the expense of every other sense. Finally, she pushed me away out of embarrassment rather than rejection and I felt it. She took one look at the car and shook her head.
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