I haven’t participated in the Trifecta Writing Challenges for a while. Time for a new beginning, which is fitting, given this weekend’s challenge: 33 words about a new beginning. My 33 words follow.
Students with books and giggles bounce by the window. You should be there with them—laughing and giggling, showing off your new Christmas booty. How will I adjust to each morning without you?
Rangewriter 
Letting children go,voluntarily/temporarily to explore new worlds is a difficult proposition for any loving parent though they do want them to-a paradox of sorts but having to lose them forever is something that no parent should have to go through-& never does one get used to that kind of living.A very tragic & emotionally fraught piece.
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And a very fully articulated response. It sounds like it comes from personal experience. (I hope not.)
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Thk u:-)By God’s grace,no:-)But have seen a relative lose their son & at that point I was not yet blessed with a child & so I prayed,”God,its ok,if you do not bless me with the miracle of a baby but please do not give & then take away.” Hope u too did not have to go through this painful experience..
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Fortunately, not I either. I’ve never even had kids. But I just know that it is too backwards to comprehend. A friend’s 6 year old grandson is dying of cancer. Unbelievably heartbreaking.
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It’s amazing what you convey with 33 words !
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Oh, you are so sweet. Thank you Sybil.
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It/you captured me. These shivers on the back of my neck tell me you have written something very special with more than one layer of meaning.
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Thanks, Bob. I just finished a fiction piece that I’m gonna throw out to the world tomorrow. We will see if I can raise a few shivers with that one, too.
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Wow Linda! That really hit home! Can’t wait for tomorrow ….
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Thanks, Glenda. Sometimes (rarely) stuff just pops. That one took all of 2 minutes.
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Our family has lost (a grandson) and this is well done. ty
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So sorry. Your comment was lurking in my spam filter. Have no idea why, but that is why I missed it. I am terribly sorry about the loss of your grandchild. Honestly, I can’t even imagine the torture you endure.
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This brought tears to my eyes. Very well written.
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Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I’m honored.
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It’s little things like this, along with the the powerful essays, that keep me coming back. Great post.
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There is a link on the right side of my main blog.
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Oh goodness. I’m headed there right now!
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So lovely and haunting. It brought tears to my eyes as well.
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Thank you, Lucid. I so appreciate that you share your reaction with me.
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I can feel the pain of the loss from that last question. The thought of losing one of my kids is just too much to comprehend…I can’t think about that!
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That is what I was thinking as I wrote it. May you never need to comprehend it. Thanks for sharing your feelings with me.
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Heartbreaking.
Thanks for linking up! Hope to see you back on Monday for the weekday prompt.
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Thanks!
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Such a tremendous feeling of loss. Nice work.
dk
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Thanks, dk.
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This is very sad )’:
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Yes, ‘fraid I can’t deny that.
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So sad. And so hard to stop thinking about Sandy Hook.
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I was shocked by what came out under my fingers when I approached this challenge. I had no idea that Sandy Hook was so entrenched in my subconscious. Thanks for the comment.
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Beautiful and haunting. I love how a single moment can contain the vast arc of a human experience like that. Isn’t that what we all want to capture when we write? Well done.
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Thanks, Dia. This one really surprised me. It just poured forth from some subconscious crevice.
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