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Journey to the Other Side of Life
Journey to the Other Side of Life
Journey to the Other Side of Life
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Journey to the Other Side of Life

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The different ways that women cope with grief after the loss of loved ones. Contemporary with a touch of magical realism.

Grandma’s Haystacks—Too strong to quit.  Too sad to go on.

Bringing Lenny Home—He may be home, but he is never really coming home.

The Birthday Club—A great party doesn’t require everybody to be there.

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Release dateNov 28, 2016
ISBN9781540139955
Journey to the Other Side of Life

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    Journey to the Other Side of Life - Cameron Kennedy

    Journey to

    The Other Side of Life

    Three Short Stories

    By

    Cameron Kennedy

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    Electronic edition published by D. M. Kreg Publishing.

    Copyright © 2014 by D. M. Kreg Publishing and Cameron Kennedy.

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    All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction, in whole or in part in any form. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Cover Art:  Tish Marti and Dreamstime

    Table of Contents

    Grandma’s Haystacks—Too strong to quit.  Too sad to go on.

    Bringing Lenny Home—He may be home, but he is never really coming home.

    The Birthday Club—A great party doesn’t require everybody to be there.

    The Jigsaw Window—Chapter One of Cameron Kennedy's latest book.

    Grandma’s Haystacks

    Cameron Kennedy

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    Seven months after Sam died, I still don’t expect to survive him.  Widows should be seventy-eight.  At least.  Not thirty-eight.  Not like me. 

    Too young to die, folks whisper just loud enough for me to hear whenever I enter a room.  Some inner demon compels those-who-know to explain to those-who-don’t:  the details of Sam’s leukemia.  When do all the needs stop? 

    Don’t change anything now that you’ll regret later, well-meaning friends advise me.  Then they disappear from my life.  Such as it is.  Sam and I never had children (none that survived the pregnancies), and I’m not going to start over now.  But I have the rest of my life ahead of me, anyway, and I have to figure out how to fill the hours — some 380,000 of them left, and counting. 

    Look how healthy you are, dear. 

    Yes, Grandma, I’m looking.  Parked now in my VW microbus, The Chocolate Expresso.  That’s what I call my home on wheels, not having anyone else to call a name.  I park here at an overlook somewhere on the Oregon coast while I sip espresso from my travel mug. 

    Something is missing. 

    I stare at the forever sea and think.  (You can’t run any farther away than this.) 

    I’m six tanks of gasoline from home, my wallet is running on low, and I don’t know how many more tanks I’ll need to reach wherever I’m going. 

    A slim barrier of rocks between me and empty air.  That’s all. 

    Wherever I’m going, I’m closer now.  (Never close enough.)  I’m here, aren’t I?  I made it all the way west.  Followed the dream quest. 

    People got to search...  Got to get...down the road. 

    Down the road, where? 

    Dunno.  (You surely don’t.) 

    The ocean doesn’t run away, not forever, not like me.  Lava rock points out of the sea like a haystack, not too far from shore, and a rolled-up wave explodes in a spray of foam.  Sea lions plastered there don’t slide away, but then again, grime clouds my windshield, so how would I know?  As fast as it started, it’s over, washed away, and the tides whisper themselves back into deep ocean beds.  The cycle starts again, hammering away at the door to my soul. 

    Coffee warms

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