Thursday, July 23, 2015

Writer's Workshop: Make "last" Last.

4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: last.

At this time last year, we had our family reunion. My husband's side. Lots and lots of people. Our son (my stepson... but that doesn't matter) was there.

He didn't bring his girlfriend... She didn't want to come. We'd never met her. She felt that it was too big of a step. That in her "culture" (she was Vietnamese), it was a huge deal to meet parents. Forget the fact that our son was LIVING with her and HER SON was calling him "Dad" and had even given him a Father's Day card. So... he sat in his chair. For most of the day. His cell phone on his ear. Arguing with her about what he did wrong this time. He was so occupied with her. It was really sad. He said goodbye to us all and told us he loved us. And then he left.

Little did we know.

It was the last time we saw him alive and talking. It was his last good bye.  It was his last, "I love you."

Less than a week later, he swallowed his last cocktail. It was a corrosive. It gave him his last breath on his own.

And less than a week after that horrible day, he took his last breath on a ventilator. We said our last good bye.

RIP - Jr. I know this was one of your proudest moments.
We love you and this of you every day.

Please visit Mama Kat and check out other posts. There were lots of prompts to choose from, and much happier ones, too. I'll post another tomorrow that's more upbeat... but this is where my mind was today. Sorry for the bummer...


  1. Heart-wrenching. So sorry for your loss. I love that you chose this photo to accompany your piece. He appears highly decorated on that graduation day making me think he must have been quite a young man.

  2. So sorry. What a poignant post. May he rest in peace.

  3. Oh, this is heartbreaking! I'm so sorry.

  4. I don't even know the right words to type -- I've been staring at your son's picture for quite some time now.
    While your son and I didn't walk the same path but we shared that same horrendous pain...that deep ugly pain that millions and millions worldwide do -- and that pain also drove me to almost ending my own life. His story really resonates with me because that could have been me. And I wish with all wishes that he could be here and that you and your family didn't have to hurt this way. It isn't fair.
    So much love to all of you and know that I'm holding you in my heart today xo

  5. I remember you sharing this horrific experience last year and I can't imagine how painful and fresh it must still be for your entire family. Whatever happened to the girlfriend at the time? Was she the one who served him the drink?


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