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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 9, Number 2, June 2015


Ignatius Fay
Sudbury, Ontario, Canada

The World Cries With You

If one could believe the movies, when someone important or well-loved dies, graveside ceremonies are always conducted in the rain under dark, dreary skies. The more tragic the death and beloved the person, the more determined the downpour.

Not so my mother’s. We stand at the graveside under blue skies, the sun beaming down. But the day is not warm; it is September in Canada, after all.

Somehow, the atmosphere seems wrong to my 11-year-old mind. Mom is being cheated. The whole world should be lamenting her passing. Rain should be teeming down, diluting the tears of my sisters and my dad.

our last talk
through the pain of her burns
she confided
I can take no more
forgive me



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