Beautifully written, I so enjoyed reading your story. I had a similar experience once, I was unceremoniously dumped by someone I loved very much, and then my mom called me at work that day to tell me our family dog died. Synchronicites of life are certainly mysterious.
Also, I'm sorry for your loss. I know the pets I have lost still have big love in my heart.
I’m glad you enjoyed the story. It sure is strange how these things happen so often—as you put it, “the synchronicities of life.” Thanks for commenting.
Shell, I just figured it out as I read your piece: you, too, fly into our consciousness with your stories. It is immediate. I am "there" with you. So sorry that Ricky died, and pleased that your parents' marriage did not die...at that time. Your description of making a whirlpool (Hmmmm cesspool) with detritus swimming to the middle is a great metaphor that you used regarding if our lives could, similarly, have the detritus (read marriage stuff, kids stuff, pet stuff, and so many other things) move to a middle place, and disappear. Great metaphor. You take us with you. Thank you.
It is comforting to know that my stories mean something to people. Thank you for letting me know. This platform is so great for many reasons, but one that I really like is that you can interact with people AS they experience your stories. What a gift in this modern world.
What a well told and captivating story! You are such a talented writer!
Well that’s a lovely thing to say. Thank you. 💗
I love reading your stories. Thank you
You are so welcome. Thank you for reading.
Beautifully written, I so enjoyed reading your story. I had a similar experience once, I was unceremoniously dumped by someone I loved very much, and then my mom called me at work that day to tell me our family dog died. Synchronicites of life are certainly mysterious.
Also, I'm sorry for your loss. I know the pets I have lost still have big love in my heart.
I’m glad you enjoyed the story. It sure is strange how these things happen so often—as you put it, “the synchronicities of life.” Thanks for commenting.
Beautiful perspective, thank you for sharing your story!
Thank you so much for your kind words.
Very vivid imagery and a beautiful retelling of your story.
Thank you so much for saying so. 😊
Michelle, loved your story & all the symbolism going on. Just to pivot for a moment, was wondering how you became a Christian?🥰
Thank you. 💗 I share more about my faith journey in my (yet-to-be-published) memoir.
Michelle, I truly resonate relate to your writing. I hear and see and am there. Thank you
I love that it makes you feel something! 😘
Shell, I just figured it out as I read your piece: you, too, fly into our consciousness with your stories. It is immediate. I am "there" with you. So sorry that Ricky died, and pleased that your parents' marriage did not die...at that time. Your description of making a whirlpool (Hmmmm cesspool) with detritus swimming to the middle is a great metaphor that you used regarding if our lives could, similarly, have the detritus (read marriage stuff, kids stuff, pet stuff, and so many other things) move to a middle place, and disappear. Great metaphor. You take us with you. Thank you.
It is comforting to know that my stories mean something to people. Thank you for letting me know. This platform is so great for many reasons, but one that I really like is that you can interact with people AS they experience your stories. What a gift in this modern world.
Shell, this is a thoughtful story of everyday-death and our fear of it.
Thank you for sharing my little piece here! It means a lot to me. 😊