The Why of the Sad

heart_clip_art_12546I wrote a sad 6-word story yesterday. I’m feeling very sad. The story was kind of true. A friend of mine died the other day. The club we were both long-time members of put together a “We Care” package for her, with each of us bringing things we thought she’d enjoy. The member who delivered the package said we all chose well, and our friend was delighted. Of course, our friend is the sort of person who found the joy in just about anything.

So I don’t really have the regret that I didn’t let her know how much she meant to me, but I do so hate it that she’s gone. The world is poorer for her absence, although it’s richer for her having been here.

And I looked in the paper for my friend’s obituary and found an obituary for another lady I know not well but by name. I’m getting to be of that age; this will happen more and more often.

I know that on another day, the transitory nature of life will make me aware of the delicious brightness of every moment.

Right now, though, I’m sad.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character loses a friend who is not bosom-buddies close, but close enough to leave a hole in your character’s life.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “The Why of the Sad

  1. Amy Reade

    June 13, 2013 at 7:29am


    Very sorry for your loss.


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  2. Leslea

    June 13, 2013 at 8:51am

    I am so sorry to hear that, Marian. Life is too short for the good ones, for sure. <3 (((((((Hugs)))))))

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      Marian Allen

      June 13, 2013 at 9:57am

      Thank you, Leslea. She was a good’un! Her “go-cup” was a mason jar. She didn’t see any need to buy a fancy special cup when she could just screw the lid on canning jar and go. 😀

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  3. Jane

    June 13, 2013 at 8:53am

    So far, I just keep losing cats. And that pain tells me I really know nothing about true loss. So sorry.

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      Marian Allen

      June 13, 2013 at 9:59am

      Oh, Jane, I’ve lost animals, too, and losing a companion animal is every bit as painful as losing a human. Love is love, girl. Hugs!

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  4. Marion Driessen

    June 13, 2013 at 12:23pm

    She must have been very happy to have a friend like you, Marian.
    Today we escorted my best friend’s mother to her last resting place.
    Life is fragile, dear sister. Live it, breathe it, feel it, enjoy it!


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  5. Jen Christopherson

    June 13, 2013 at 7:00pm

    Marion, I am so sorry for your loss. I have no words to help with your sadness…

    Thank you for being there for all of us! I love the mason jar thing! I may just have to start doing that! LOL

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      Marian Allen

      June 13, 2013 at 9:00pm

      Thanks, Jen. My friend, Shirley, was one of a kind, all right. 🙂 She hosted a radio show that broadcast out of a shed in the parking lot of a junior/senior high school. She sang country/western music. And oh, my, she did love a good joke! 🙂

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  6. Jo Robinson

    June 15, 2013 at 12:19pm

    I feel for you Marian. It’s horrible when you know you’ll never see a person again. I get the pets too. One of my parrots is really sick right now, and on his second round of antibiotics this month. Really hope he heals. xx

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      Marian Allen

      June 15, 2013 at 1:22pm

      Oh, dear, Jo! I hope your parrot gets well! We saw some parrots on Tybee Island, where a restaurant had a separate building for rescued birds. One of their birds was a parrot who, they said, sang opera when he was in the mood. He had belonged to one man for over twenty years, and the man died, and the parrot was desolate. The family gave him to the rescue restaurant (no they don’t EAT the birds, don’t even ASK! lol). The parrot had eventually formed a bond with one of the workers, but he still mourned his late owner. 🙁 Give the feathered horde some birdie treats from their Auntie Marian!

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