Hanging By A Thread

The sirens fainted in the distance, ripping him farther from our grasp, while Vicki regurgitated the events unfolding during the hour I left him alone.  His body had blued from lack of oxygen and released its waste, while hanging from the old oak.  Chiming in, I retorted “EMS revived him and he’s on his way…

The Dirty Deed

Ten days.  Ten, all too short, days I waited before forcing myself to visit Eric.  The charade of going through the motions, standing by his bedside, telling him she's dead, knowing he wouldn't....couldn't respond, unsure if he could hear me, more less comprehend what I would say, was futile.  He already knew. Contemplating a make-shift…

My Brother’s Keeper

Determined to stay positive, I turned a deaf ear to caution.  After reading a few books about schizophrenia, I considered myself educated, concluding that there were many things we could at least try, to acclimate him to living with his illness.  Naïve with ideas of enabling Eric to find his self-worth again, I underestimated the…