Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Death Is Such a Difficult Time

Jaycee’s baby blue cowgirl boots were grabbed up by two friends.
Her mother said “sorry, you cannot have those. Too many memories.”
They dropped them and went for some other things.
One was carrying her favorite stuffed kitten.
The other was holding her Bible.
Maybe I am not ready to give things away yet, her mother said.
She had been gone for only a month, and the grief was fresh.
Jaycee’s two best friends nodded and walked away.
Understanding why she might not be ready.
They were pretty grabby, her little sister said.
“I think all of her things should go to you,” her mother said.
Death is such a difficult time.

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Valsa George April 4, 2022 at 9:18 PM Losing a dear daughter at a tender age is heart breaking ! The mother's reaction is so very natural ! Each thing used by the deceased one must be carrying a lot of memories and the mother didn't want those memories to be taken away. A heart rending write ! Caren Krutsinger April 5, 2022 at 3:27 AM Thank you Valsa.

L Milton Hankins April 4, 2022 at 8:55 AM Yes it is, Caren. And, it is so interesting to observe people's reactions to it. In this case, some of the friends and family were not very thoughtful or considerate. Caren Krutsinger April 5, 2022 at 3:27 AM Oftentimes I see some really crass unthinking people amid the caring, empathetic concerned ones.