Grieve 2014
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An Anthology of 80 stories selected by the judges of the Hunter Writer's Centre Grieve Writing Competition in honour of Grief Awareness month (August).
Hunter Writers Centre
Hunter Writers Centre is a not-for-profit, incorporated organisation established in 1995. We are a leading literary centre in Australia committed to developing and supporting the artistic and professional development of aspiring and established writers. We publish more anthologies of Australian writers than any other writers centre in the country. We coordinate annual, national writing competitions of high calibre and publish the shortlist in a print and e-anthology. The 3 national writing competitions we conduct, offering over $30 000 in prize money, are: The Newcastle Poetry Prize; The Newcastle Short Story Award; Grieve - poems and stories in honour of grief awareness month.
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Grieve 2014 - Hunter Writers Centre
Grieve
2014
Grieve
Stories and Poems for
Grief Awareness Month
2014
Grieve 2014
Hunter Writers Centre
Newcastle NSW 2300
Email: info@hunterwriterscentre.org
Website: www.hunterwriterscentre.org
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Grieve: Short Stories for Grief Awareness Month 2014
ISBN: 978-0-9873168-5-1
Cover design by Tessa Pascoe
Typesetting by Tessa Pascoe
Published by Hunter Writers Centre Inc.
© Each short story/poem is copyright of the respective author
© This collection copyright of Hunter Writers Centre
All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior consent of the publishers.
says thank you to the sponsors and supporters of
Grieve 2014
Awards
Awarded the National Association of Loss and Grief Award 2014
In Her Day
Sharon Elisara
Awarded the National Association of Loss and Grief Award 2014
A Letter From The Land Of Alone
Megan Buxton
Awarded the Calvary Mater Hospital Award
Ancient Grief
Linda Brooks
The Calvary Mater Award (Special)
The Letter
Ted Bassingthwaighte
Good Grief – Seasons for Growth Award
The Waiting Room
Tara Ali
Nursing and Midwifery Services, Hunter New England Health Award
Your Granddaughter Asks What You Think of Tattoos
Kristin Henry
Hunter Writers Centre Award
For a Moment
S.E. Street
Hunter Writers Centre members’ award
Desolation
Ashton von Westmeath
Grieve 2014
Saying goodbye at the airport, trying to understand suicide, loss of mobility, loss of a baby and loss of a hoped for future. These are just some of the experiences that can bring emptiness, a sense of futility, darkness, pain, grief. And these are some of life’s experiences described in this book.
2014 was the first national year of the Grieve Writing Competition in honour of Grief Awareness Month, Australia. In 2013, we took this competition to the Hunter Writers Centre membership and the huge response showed that grief is a feeling many of us yearn to express and share. So, in 2014, we took the bold step and reached out across Australia calling for stories and poems. The response was overwhelming and people from every state and territory entered. This book is a selection by the judges and it, too, features writers from every state and territory (something we only discovered when we matched name and state to story).
What a privilege it is to read these works. And what power there can be when we put pen to paper, whether the sorrow has been carried for decades or is a recent, raw loss. Everyone in this Grieve Writing Project is on a journey – the writers who write, the readers who read and the judges who choose. More than one judge reported that reading the many entries had deepened their perspective on loss and what it means to find words to express that loss.
By reading this book and reflecting on the bravery of writers willing to share their story perhaps a little of the darkness may be lifted, some of the pain alleviated. This normal part of life, that we all feel at some time, needs expression and we hope that Grieve: Stories and Poems for Grief Awareness Month 2014 gifts that to you.
A very special thank you to Kathleen Wurth who devoted her time and energy from the beginning in 2013 when we first developed this idea. Thank you to the sponsors: The National Association of Loss and Grief, Hunter New England Health, Calvary Mater Hospital, Seasons for Growth Program, Newcastle Regional Libraries.
Thank you to the judges: Kathleen Wurth, End of Life Care Co-ordinator, Hunter New England Health; Kerry Frost, Secretary, The National Association of Loss and Grief; Mary Ringstad, Pastoral Care Worker – Calvary Mater Hospital, Newcastle; Benita Tait, Co-ordinator, Seasons for Growth, Good Grief; Dr Michael Barbato, Palliative Care Physician and Author; Anne Walsh Miller, poet and member of Hunter Writers Centre. Thank you to Tessa Pascoe, typesetter, and Evonne Irwin for her editorial advice.
Karen Crofts
Director
Hunter Writers Centre
In Her Day
Sharon Elisara
Awarded the National Association of Loss and Grief Award 2014
Ivy has never told anyone, but she used to see her. Not all the time. Just every now and then. All of a sudden there she was. At the park, on the bus, at the shops. Blonde and blue-eyed, always laughing, just as she imagined. Sometimes she had even followed her for a while, just to see what she would have been like. But then she looked for her in every little girl, always hoping for a glimpse of the child she had never known.
Ivy was never allowed to see her, let alone hold her, that’s how it was in her day. The tiny lifeless body wrapped up and whisked away before she had even realised that her baby was dead. They never even told her where they’d taken her. She likes to think she is buried in a shared coffin, then she wouldn’t be alone. It worries Ivy to think she is alone.
She looks down at her wrinkled time worn hands. Nowadays she is so forgetful, yet she’s never been able to forget the very thing she was sup- posed to. Bill had been in the waiting room and when they finally let him see her, they had cried together. But he hadn’t known what to say. They told you to forget and that is what he’d done, never speaking of it again. Nearly fifty years later as he lay dying she had almost said ‘I called her Elizabeth’ but that wouldn’t have been fair.
Ivy had done the right thing at the time, producing two strapping boys in quick succession. She hadn’t minded just having boys. In some ways it made moving on a little easier, but it always hurt when well meaning people would say it was a shame she had never had a daughter.
She pulls her hanky out from under her cuff. She always keeps one there. She seems to need it so often nowadays. She feels so silly, a woman of her age crying all the time, especially about something that happened so long ago.
She thinks about how different things are these days. You are encouraged to grieve. She would be able to hold her little girl for as long as she needed, and she would have photos, or maybe even casts of her little hands and feet. There would be a proper funeral, and a grave to visit.
Ivy doesn’t try to stop the tears she has been ignoring for fifty years. Since Bill’s been gone she can’t help thinking about what will happen when she goes. If she doesn’t tell someone it will be as if Elizabeth never existed. She has lived her whole life without her daughter, she won’t die without her as well. She takes a deep breath as the tears flow. Tomorrow she will call the boys.
She has never cried in front of her children. You just didn’t do that in her day – but then her days are nearly over.
A Letter From The Land Of Alone
Megan Buxton
Awarded the National Association of Loss and Grief Award 2014
Dear You,
I’m standing in your room. If I breathe deep enough I can smell the cinnamon scent of you. If I’m still enough I can feel a tiny tremor of your essence. If I’m quiet I can hear you, but you’re as faint as the echo of bird call in a canyon. And you’re fading.
I put your things away today in cardboard boxes. Six of them. How can they, so flimsy in substance and so small in number, hold all the love and the dreams and the hope that I’ve packed away inside them.
There they squat, like toadstools on the bedroom floor. And I don’t know what to do with them now they’re full. How can I give away the things you touched, the clothes that once touched you? I’m scared that, if I let them go, there’ll be nothing left to remind me of you.
Death took you and as he left, he poked holes in me so the heart of me leaked out. I zombie-shuffle through my days dressed in black. You hated black, but colours are for the living; they hurt my grieving eyes.
It’s funny – in a sad, strange way. You died and I’m like a corpse. And here I am in the land of alone. And it’s hard here.
People talk about my ‘late’ daughter. How I wish that were true and any moment you would burst through the door, scattering your belongings like confetti. How I wish that death was just a lack of punctuality.
‘Try to think