Guilty thoughts intrude
Upon a small head
Groggy and quiet
On my chest
His son can’t have this
Quiet domestic moment
A bullet pierced
Through his chest
Is Grandma guilty
with giggling children
Joyful and carefree
An unplanned visit
He couldn’t give
This small precious gift
A third generation
For a surprise visit
Divide and conquer
We tackle bedtime
Split simple tasks
Settle children to bed
Plenty to divide
But he isn’t there
Another night alone
Always outnumbered
Nothing new to report
These costs always known
It doesn’t change
that you are missed
I’m on Facebook, there I’ll be able to communicate with people more directly, and also have more writing updates, beyond daily musings and light bits of poetry.
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Adam Fenner 
The tragic side of life.
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Never forget.
Stellar, Adam.
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Thank you Kevin.
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Sometimes the world’s lack of care and consideration feels unbearable, as if those who have suffered loss are meant to continue living as if nothing happened. The people in the grocery store don’t know that my uncle died. How could they? But the woman behind me is still tapping her feet impatiently as I lose myself in thought staring at the gum he used to buy.
Beautiful poem Adam.
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Thank you Ataraxist, it is tough to work through all of these items and all we can do is stay positive and keep moving. I think, no expert over here either.
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Great tribute to the soldiers out there. Mind if I reblog?
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Go ahead Mr. B.
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Survivor’s Guilt:
The past cannot be changed.
Learn from the Past
Live in the Present
Plan for the Future
Only God decides when we die….
You lived so you can fulfill future purposes.
Nothing is your fault by the Graces of God✝️✝️✝️
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