Friday Fictioneers: The Tradition

 

 

 

The Tradition

 

Traditions. Dave liked to uphold them. Things weren’t the same since the hubby died. That old devil called cancer. They used to come here. Dave would cook up his beef sausages and veggie ones for Sam. Sam was the moralist. Though he used to take the piss it was one of the many things he loved about him. There was two chairs, Sam carving his Celtic designs on the tree. Always trying put some culture into Dave. Never worked.

 

Dave came to think of Sam and to try to get over the stages of grief for the first time alone.

 

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23 comments on “Friday Fictioneers: The Tradition

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    Here’s to Sam. It is these kind of traditions that we miss doing the most.

  2. Poignant story! Poor Dave.

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

  3. Abhijit Ray says:

    Yes first time alone can be lonely experience. A sad story of separation.

  4. Dale says:

    Traditions are the hardest to keep up when a loved one is gone…

  5. jillyfunnell says:

    Sad story of loss and readjustment in process.

  6. Dear Lisa,

    Grief cannot be rushed. I felt for Dave. Funny how those things that might have irritated him are probably the things he misses.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  7. I wonder how we keep up after a loss… maybe just going on is the only way

  8. granonine says:

    Took me a couple of times through to sort out the pronouns, and to find the very good story 🙂 May I suggest you could improve this by giving a name to help know who “he” and “him” are referring to. Suggest: “it was one of the many things Dave loved about Sam.”

    And I beg your pardon. I was an English teacher and I just can’t help it 🙂

  9. Laurie Bell says:

    Aw so sad. Good memories are the hardest to relive

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