I still can’t get through a week without thinking about her.
Some deep-rooted memory sparks, my heart ignites, my thoughts wander.
She feels close. Alive again. If not in this house, this town, then the next.
In my heart no time has lapsed since I last saw my daughter’s smile.
Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.
Moving. I’m so sorry. My mother feels the same about my brother.
Thank you for your words, Bob. I’m so inspired by you. Miss you so much, Sarah Kate… I love you.
The title and “my daughter” at the end is a knife to the gut. Excellent, as always…..
a heartfelt story
Beautifully evocative and heartfelt, Bob. I relate to that overwhelming sense of loss.