Time to say good-bye but not to cry - a short postcard micro fiction story about death, bereavement, grief and grieving by Rob Hopcott

When my father-in-law died, I can still remember how my mother cried at his funeral; how my brother and I almost had to carry her between us, from the car into the chapel. I remember how we comforted her through the service and then, afterwards, mopped up the floor made slippery with her tears.

When my mother died, I learned at first hand the all consuming hammer blows of bereavement. Grief struck without any warning and consumed my whole being with unbearable pain. Like a hermit, I retired defeated by tears that swept through me like the crashing waves of a storm ridden sea.

Now, as I slip away from my frail and wrinkled body and soar through the blue sky, past white transparent clouds, I see ahead my friends and those I love waiting to welcome me to dance among the stars and wonder would we still have cried had we known that our loss was their gain.

Bye for now.

Rob

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