The night I met Cade I never would’ve thought
that two years later, after we were homeless street musicians in Hawaii, we
would have a little girl and another baby on the way. Our son was born with the
type of birth defects that make televangelists cringe. As his health waned, my
own breath evaded me, like I was the one who needed the ventilator—the life
support. The “death home” gave him a really nice funeral, the kind I’d never
wished to attend. When they tried closing his casket, I nearly fell on my face,
not wanting them to shut the lid on my baby.
We lost it after that, totally cemented in our grief. Cade got into drugs, joined a rock and roll band, and even grew out his damn hair. At the time, I was sick of “the oatmeal option” (the only food we had), so I kicked Cade out of the house, and started modeling and working as a diesel mechanic. That was how I met Earl, an old man and unlikely best friend; the “big sag,” a middle aged woman who still flashed folks, and "The Cowboy" a man who fell in love with me.
It was slow at first, but Cade reverted to the man I’d busked with years before. It wasn’t until I killed a rogue skunk, and my daughter nearly choked on a fry, that I gave my husband another chance. But could our marriage recover from the death of our son?
We lost it after that, totally cemented in our grief. Cade got into drugs, joined a rock and roll band, and even grew out his damn hair. At the time, I was sick of “the oatmeal option” (the only food we had), so I kicked Cade out of the house, and started modeling and working as a diesel mechanic. That was how I met Earl, an old man and unlikely best friend; the “big sag,” a middle aged woman who still flashed folks, and "The Cowboy" a man who fell in love with me.
It was slow at first, but Cade reverted to the man I’d busked with years before. It wasn’t until I killed a rogue skunk, and my daughter nearly choked on a fry, that I gave my husband another chance. But could our marriage recover from the death of our son?
Author Bio: Elisa
spends most of her time taking care of four rambunctious kids who are better
than green eggs and ham. They're pretty darn fun, but despite that, after she
had kids, her boobs shrunk, she lost hair, but gained a greater sense of humor!
When she's not scavenging through the vents, which her son—the Zombie Elf—thinks are the best place to hide things, she's sewing, playing her violin, or writing.
When she's not scavenging through the vents, which her son—the Zombie Elf—thinks are the best place to hide things, she's sewing, playing her violin, or writing.
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Sounds like a gripping story. May add it to my library and read it one fall day. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this :)
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Elise until someone has walked in your shoes, dont let other people's negative comments shake you. I am proud of you and you are a great writer. I would love to see you again.
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