On Monday it was raining, absolutely pissing outside. My room faces the east and I’ve always liked that when there’s a storm I’m the first to hear it. Waking up to the rain wasn’t a bad thing, only shocking because I had fallen asleep to it the night before. I wasn’t expecting all the rain. …
death
Sometimes I wish it was enough to just say that I was feeling sad, but there’s always been a taboo against that. I’m not the only person who’s felt obligated to say that they were fine when they were anything but, to stitch a smile on my face and pretend to be happy.
” Are you a Christian?’ Ilonka finally asked. ‘No, I am dying.” Anya turned a page. “Dead people have no religion,’” (Pike 4). Ilonka Pawluk has checked-in to Rotterham Home, a hospice for teenagers, typically state wards, who are soon to die. But Ilonka is different, she’s taking better care of herself, and once her …
My parish priest died in February. Leukemia, relatively quickly it seems based on his obituary. He wasn’t my most recent parish priest, but he was the first priest I knew when I first started attending church as a tiny thing that needed to stand on the kneelers in order to properly participate in mass. He …
“One day I will die, and one day everyone I know will die. One day everyone I don’t know will die. One day every animal and plant on this planet will die. One day earth itself will die, and one day all of humanity, and all relics of human life,” (Austin). Twenty-seven-year-old atheist lesbian Gilda …
CW: Animal death. This is pretty self explanatory but yesterday when I was driving home from work I saw a skunk get run over by a car so I wrote about it.
Sarah O'Connor 