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Tales Of An Educated Debutante

on life, loss and the joy that rules the day.


 




 
The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.

Adrian H. Wood, PhD


Those Hands

Tuesday, May 16, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Those Hands

I hadn't expected to see them ever again. The last year of his life, I spent hours holding one or the other, running my identical fingers over his smooth cool skin, in hopes for a squeeze. The squeezes came less and less often and finally, that hot July day, they came no more. The brother with whom I shared so many things, laughter and love and childhood secrets, was gone and so were the hands that mirrored my own. I've quite missed those hands. They were integral in my memory of th ..

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The 27th Year

Wednesday, January 04, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
The 27th Year

I had to count them, on my fingers, so many that I had trouble properly keeping track. Two times though and the number was the same, 27. Quite a large sum when it notates the years of missing a person so much that it never stops being hard to breathe. Who would have known that loss is that way, even after twenty seven years? How can that be? How can you miss someone twice as long as you even knew them? My brother and only sibling gone after one very sick year. He was nearly twen ..

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Struggle

Sunday, January 01, 2017 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Struggle

I can't tell you how much I hate to write this story of truth. It's beckoned me all day and finally, a few moments of quiet and I can think of a million things that I would rather tell you about, funny things and thoughtful things, even the presents I bought and now despise, but that would all be smoke and mirrors for the thoughts lurking in my heart and longing to spill out. To be honest and truthful doesn't mean to pick and choose what one shares. I care enough not to care.  ..

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The 27th Year

Friday, December 23, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (0)
The 27th Year

I had to count them, on my fingers, so many that I had trouble properly keeping track. Two times though and the number was the same, 27. Quite a large sum when it notates the years of missing a person so much that it never stops being hard to breathe. Who would have known that loss is that way, even after twenty seven years? How can that be? How can you miss someone twice as long as you even knew them? My brother and only sibling gone after one very sick year. He was nearly twenty a ..

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The Girl

Monday, December 05, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
The Girl

She was the girl that became my best friend when we began to eat lunch together in the third grade. She was the only girl that could boss the little girl who was often too confident and brazen for her own good. She was the girl, part of an amazing family that welcomed me so often for Friday night meals of Co-Op pizza or hot dogs from Central Cafe before we stayed up late talking and giggling, bedded down on living room couches covered in flowered sheets. She was ..

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Tradition

Sunday, November 20, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Tradition

What about the folks that need a break from tradition? What about the families that are grieving? Even in my little town, I know quite a few. One family lost a toddler and welcomed a newborn into their life just weeks later, salve for a wound but there is no balm great enough. One husband lost his wife, she fought valiantly and her laughter was infectious. One family lost their patriarch and they are hurting. Should I tell them that the empty seat at the table may be too much this year? ..

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Heartbreak

Thursday, September 08, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Heartbreak

Merriam-Webster's Dictionary defines heartbreak as crushing grief, anguish, or distress. It is a word not to be tossed around half heartedly; it is a powerful description of the one who is heartbroken. To be heartbroken is to feel like one's own soul has been swallowed, heart crushed, and the body a barren wasteland. To lose a child breaks one's heart. Heartbreak. He was going to be a big brother. In just two weeks, a new baby brother will be welcomed home and yet, he will not be th ..

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Sibling Love

Thursday, August 18, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (2)
Sibling Love

One brother is all I had yet I drank in the experience of sibling love. Perhaps it's because my sibling was an older brother, nearly 5 years ahead of me. Or maybe it was because we spent time often as a family and we had no one else to talk to or plan daily adventures on our trips abroad. It could have been that he lived only through his nineteenth year; I've heard many a one say that it seems like the good ones get gone. Though likely a lovely combination of things, my most special is  ..

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Anniversaries Aren't Always Lovely

Monday, July 18, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (1)
Anniversaries Aren't Always Lovely

Death felt a terrible thing when it came stealthy that hot July morning. It robbed the beautiful person that was not yet grown up, but not a child either. His future was just within reach and yet, he couldn't escape his fate no matter the perceived invincibility that rules the lives of lovely boys nearly 20 years old. My own innocence had evaporated slowly over the cancer that snuffed out my brother's light over the course of that year. I was a semblance of an old soul when it came to l ..

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The Father Named Josh

Saturday, June 18, 2016 Adrian H. Wood Comments (4)
The Father Named Josh

I knew him as a friend, not my friend this time though he grew to be one of my most treasured. No, he belonged to my husband and I remember their friendship before I remembered either of them. They were both from Raleigh, roommates at times in college and I spent a great deal at the address of 6 Dixie (for those students on the wrong side of tracks, there was no need to add Trail). Yes, for at least two semesters, my friends and I made our way to that location each and every Thursday. There  ..

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