I’ve worked in a hotel, cleaning rooms off and on since the eighties. I’m approaching sixty-four. I’ve been working all my life for my kids…
My kids are grown and finished with college, but I didn’t know what to do with myself when they left, so I still work even though I don’t have to.
I keep working so I can encourage young people that they can make it through the same crap I went through.
My son died six years ago… In the middle of my grief I started volunteering at a place that delivers groceries to local families who are low-income.
I don’t know why I’m writing you, but I want parents to know that there’s life after your child dies.
I work in a grocery store. A woman came through my line and told me about your website. I wrote your name on receipt paper. When I emptied my pockets that evening, I saw the receipt, and figured it couldn’t hurt to check out your website.
I got inspired to write a poem about my late big brother. He passed on Christmas of 2017.
You are gone, but you are not far away.
At the end of each day,
You are my last thought.
You are on the other side of my fear,
I have nothing to fear…”
I will babysit your dog (Ellie Mae) if you ever need. I would do it for free. I’m ten and mature.
I’m getting my GED this year. Dude, I’m almost forty, it’s harder than I thought.
Someday I really want to go to college, but I look at all the work ahead of me and don’t know if I have what it takes.
I’m not a kid anymore, I hope this isn’t a dumb dream…
I have cancer. That’s the first time I’ve ever written that. I’m scared.
Our dog had puppies last night! I was all pumped, and I couldn’t fall asleep, I stayed up and sat with my mom and my dog all night!
My dad was an alcoholic preacher… A lot of people ended up hating him because of his addiction. I totally get it because my dad was hell to be around sometimes.
…But he got sober in the end. I wish I could write about all the addicts he helped in such a short period. There were dozens of them. They trusted him because he WAS them. I miss him.
War Damn Eagle.
You seem like a guy who would appreciate this. My son attended the University of Alabama long ago. One day he told me he was going to marry this girl…
Her name sounded super familiar so I started digging around and come to find out, she is the daughter of my old college sweetheart. Weird story, I know.
They’re still married, by the way.
My dad is helping me raise my son ever since my husband bailed on us… I didn’t think we’d survive after my husband left me for his best friend’s wife.
…So the thing is, my dad actually raised me and my brother as a single parent, and he understands what it’s like to be on your own.
…And I needed to tell someone what a great man he is, and I’m proud to be his daughter.
DEAR ANYONE WHO HAS EVER WRITTEN ME:
Thank you. I used to feel alone, you see. And I’ve felt this way for most of my life.
I don’t anymore.
Your stories have changed me.