In August of 2021, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer was in Georgia with her husband, daughter, and son, helping her parents move into a retirement home. Two nights later, her 19-year-old son committed suicide. Later that year, her father died of kidney failure. Two close family deaths, close together. One inexplicable. One understandable, but still a loss.
Trommer’s The Unfolding isn’t about the stages of grief. I don’t think that kind of loss can have stages, which imply gradually getting over it, coming to terms, and acceptance. Suicide doesn’t work like that.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Thursday Readings
Belonging to the Garden – Matt Miller at Front Porch Republic.
At St Botolph Without Aldgate – A London Inheritance via Spitalfields Life.
Little Christmas Carol – James Witmer at Story Warren.
A Single Word – Laura Lynn Brown at Every Day Poems.
Hybrid Publishing is a Viable Option – Vin Zandri at The New Daily Journal.
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