It’s October again and time for 31 days of writing. This year I’m only linking up with my FMF sisters. Trying once again to get back to my first creative lote, writing. It’s been a long 3 and a half years. I only know that from looking back on it. Because it sure feels like a lifetime has passed. And actually, two lifetimes did. [insert sigh]
So … about the 5 minutes at a time. FMF =Five Minute Friday, hosted by Kate, where my sister writers and I take one day to free write, un-rushed, for 5 minutes each Friday. Throwing punctuation and grammar to the wind [quite the feat for a grammarista!]. No spell check. No corrections.
::I’m updating here to let you know that this post/page will serve as my landing page. A landing page or table of contents page is where you, my dear readers, can find a link to each of my 31 Day writes. So down at the bottom of this, my [day 1] post I will link each of my posts for you to find easily.::
The theme for my FMF 31 Day Write is … Living Life After Death. I know that sounds daunting, right? Well, not as daunting as getting here, today from there. Where’s there you ask … that’s a tough question to answer, and yet I’ve spent 3 years feeling as though I’ve had to explain the where to justify the here and now, to some. So I will try to fill you in on my Story in five minutes!
Story is the prompt…GO!
No rush, right. [insert smile].
Three years ago my husband died from cancer after a 19-month battle. When I say battle I mean the disease’s toll on us as a family. My husband lived ,to the fullest, all but one week of those 19 months. He never gave up until he was finally called home to the Lord.
Sixteen months later my youngest son passed away due to fentanyl poisoning. He was an addict for 17 years. Another battle that took a toll on all of us as a family. He tried. He fought it in the end and things were looking up but …. STOP.
Heroin addiction is a disease and while cancer’s existence within my husband’s body wore his body down, heroin has a voice and a hunger that wears down the person’s mind while the sickness of not giving in wears down the body just as much as giving in and using the drug.
So in 16 months, my little family was cut in half. My oldest son and I move forward in faith, learning to live this life after death.
So if you’d like, I’d enjoy your company on this 31-day journey to wherever God will take us.
4. why
6. belong
7. hope
8. comfort
9. inspire
10. how
11. door
12. FMF –
13. talk
14. ask
15. when
16. pray
17. pause
18. search
19. FMF –
20. Audience
21. start
22. help
23. common
24. brief
25. capture
26. FMF –
27. whole
28. song
29. together
30. voice
31. close
Thanks so much for stopping by and coming with me on this journey of mine. God bless.