Date: 07/13/2017 7:50 AM Title: Chapter 1
ahh, Amanda's pain is sharp, so sharp...
as it would be. it's weird; usually I would want all the details, what happened, where, when... but this is complete and sufficient even without said details.
Date: 07/01/2017 10:06 AM Title: Chapter 1
Yeah, grief is such a universal experience. It will be the same centuries from now, as it is today and as it was centuries ago. Losing a child at whatever age is, was and will be the worst blow to a parent's heart we can imagine.
Thank you for this quiet, deep little fic!
Date: 06/25/2017 5:26 PM Title: Chapter 1
I had the feeling that this story was really personal to you as I read it. If so, you have my sympathy. It is a different, quiet kind of story about loss and survival, but a lot of people are enduring it as we continue on in what seems to be a perpetual war.
Your story reminded my of my dear friend telling me years ago about having the notification team with the chaplain come to her door and her refusal to let them in as though doing so would make her husand Alex who had been killed in Vietnam alive again. And it reminded me of the funeral last week of a WWII casualty from a nearby county whose remains were returned so belatedly that was no longer anyone alive in his family who had actually known him. Seventy plus years is a long time to wait to return home.
Thank you for this sad, brave story which reminds us that service does have its costs.
Date: 06/25/2017 6:05 AM Title: Chapter 1
I cannot ever recall a story such as this. But it reminds me of the onky time I met Mr Nimoy in person. The reason was that there were no many attendees who were from the US forces. We forget starfleet is military too easily and we forget too easily how many times this scene plays out for others.
You canother the moment and Amanda's reaction so well it's almost as if we are present in the same room