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In Memory of My Dad, Georgie Porgie
It’s been a year today since I got that phone call that left me sobbing on my cold tiled apartment floor that a man that I loved and adored was gone. I always thought that my dad was always going to be around, he was always there when I needed him, even when my pride was telling me that I couldn’t ask for help, he was patiently waiting for me to find a way to get past it. But I was his daughter (and I still am), I’m stubborn to my core and I want to do things my way, no matter how I get them. I will work on…
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Writing Wednesday
Week three of NaNoWriMo. Things should be starting to pick up again. You should, hopefully, be liking your story again. I love this part of NaNo, purely because it gets fun again and you don’t think you’ve made a fool out of yourself. Today’s Writing Wednesday prompt is about loss. It also is the 7 month anniversary of my Dad passing. Miss you, Dad. Watching the news your character finds out that their best friend has just been involved in a terror attack. They were in the exact place as the exact time that the reporter has just mentioned. How does your character react? What do they do? Send me…
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What My Reading Binge Taught Me
I learned something powerful in the midst of my dinner today, I’ve been on an emotional bender for the last few days, having severely brake downs and actually felt the true loss of my father. Bare with me here, I know I’ve covered this already a bit, but this feels different. For two months I smiled and almost slept through what happened. It was denial, pure and simply put, I mean I knew it had happened but I was refusing to believe it. Part of me still wants to believe it and I think that writing will bring him back, but if I could I would write a hundred million…
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Sharing Sunday – Dad’s Eulogy
I’m still waiting for a few people to send me their pieces but today for Sharing Sunday I’m sharing Dad’s Eulogy I read out at his wake. I don’t know how I managed to get through all of it without crying but I did it. Dad’s Eulogy George Panagiotis Kontos. It’s just a name, but the man behind the name is one that I’ve always struggled to put into words. He was kind, caring, loving, hilarious and a dork. Each and every one one of you here can attest to having shared a funny or dirty joke with him. He was the epitome of jokester. Most of all he was…
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Sharing Sunday – Grief
The next dreamer on the list is Jerrie. We share a mutual acquaintance in the form of retail jobs and had a swell time sitting next to each other in class (oops sorry to the lecturer who shall not be named but we were sort of mean). This next story is gorgeous. I remember reading it and workshopping it in class. I hope you love it just as much. Grief I woke up that morning knowing exactly what I was going to do. In my imagination I could still see you there, feel the warmth of your body and the touch of your coarse skin, the stale feeling of…