L.E. Hatch

Happy birthday to my sister. I hope you found peace. I’m still searching. I miss you so much it makes my heart contract into this tiny rock and then I fall into the hole where my heart used to be. And now I’m just lost there.

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I really miss my sister. It hurts so bad.

Happy birthday to my sister. It’s the first one since she passed. I see her in every sunrise and sunset and I hope her restless soul has found peace. I miss her so much. I never knew anything could hurt this bad.

Anyone that has worked in a bar, or a restaurant with a bar, knows that being 86’ed means to be banned from the premises. Spare us the clutching of your fake pearls.

Unless you’ve experienced rock bottom poverty, I’m not sure you can understand that it’s not just the stress of the racing thoughts regarding how to feed your family while waiting on the next paycheck. It’s the constant shame you feel, the stacks of unopened mail, and the hopelessness. We need help!

It’s heartbreaking to see my octogenarian parents, who depend entirely upon their social security checks, watching the news all day long. My dad’s in poor health and keeps asking me, “what should we do?” I wish I had an answer to give him.