It was the 23rd of April, summer. It was like any other day, but, for me, it was special. It was the 23rd of April, summer. It was like any other day, but, for me, it was...

Death, grief, despair: these scorns of life are devastating. Death is arguably the most sorrowful ti... Death, grief, despair: these scorns of life are devastating. Death is arguably t...

A man's last thoughts before death.. A man's last thoughts before death..

A story written as a humble tribute to my mother's departed soul. A story written as a humble tribute to my mother's departed soul.

Does the death of a loved one mean freedom? Or does it mean pain?  Does the death of a loved one mean freedom? Or does it mean pain? 

I lie, there enveloped with pangs of grief ; sneering at me, through the tattered cloth. I lie, there enveloped with pangs of grief ; sneering at me, through the tatter...