“It’s gone.” She stared, not believing her eyes. “30 tons. Just disappeared.” “Uh…” He pointed. She walked to the edge and looked down. The spire of the #batholith had crumbled, and its shale now covered a widened crack. The earth trembled. “Better run!” #vss365

The surgeon performing the Percutaneous Nephro-#lith-otomy stepped back from the table, shocked. His colleague looked up in surprise. I’ve just seen what I’ve seen right? If you mean Stonehenge in miniature, then yes. What do we do? Well I need to reset my watch obviously #vss365

“Make a wish,” you said, and I could think of nothing more perfect than that moment. So I wished it would never end. Time stands still as stone & I am #lithic. Are u even still there? It’s ugly to me now, this star that never falls, suspended in an eternal night. #vss365 #vsspic

We’d made the mistake of dilly dallying, should have left while we could. The panic in their eyes reflected in my own. All hope was lost & we could only accept our fate. Prof Turner otherwise known as #Logorrhea man bore down on us, Smiling. We sat, it would be a while. #vss365

Fear & grief & loss & dread & horror moved formless over the earth, ineffable as loneliness. #Logo lifted each in his hands, molding it into a smooth pebble & filling his pockets with their heavy weight. He sits at the bottom of the sea, his tears salting the tides. #vss365

She dragged in the back door, plopped into a chair, and lowered her head to her hands. “Tough day?” “Office politics at their finest.” The door hit the wall as it opened, and their teen ran up the stairs, wailing. She groaned. “Your turn at #pathos.” #vss365

I and other bereaved moms made it through Mother's Day. That's not easy. It seems wherever you go, someone is toasting you. On my 1st Mother's Day without David, I lay on the floor sobbing. Now I smile and say thank you. Some call that progress. I call it survival. #LossLit

'Look in my slug #terrarium, Gabe. All those baby slugs are growing up sweet & juicy. I've decided to call that one Dave & that one Simon & that's Ursula... would you like to name one?' 'Eugh, Pixie! I am not helping to name your food.' 'Shhh, Gabe. They'll hear you!' #vss365

The #librarian shoo’d the last person out & locked up. She had a spell to prepare. An exciting find whilst browsing. It’d worked last night. Tonight she shivered at the thought of Mr Darcy appearing in the flesh. But she’d missed the clause, the cost. Nothing is free. #vss365

Danielle Smith's 4-year contract for Bruce McAllister to belittle Albertans is $737,000 in salary and $88,000 in pension benefits, for a total of $825,000 paid to do what he did at public forums. It's a disgrace. #ableg

My son lived 14 years in the old century and 14 in the new. Pocket change in the bank of life. Yet he streaked like a comet through the night sky. Delved into his passions as if he knew he had only a precious few years to leave his mark. And that you did, my boy, that you did.

I stand with Alberta teachers.

Her life fell apart when the baby died. Now she cleans hallways in a shabby apartment. The young man from 3-A approaches, baby on hip. 'I wanted to say thanks for always smiling at Danny. We don't have family here and it means a lot.' Her eyes #blur with happy tears. #vss365

Emma covered her ears cringing away from the angry shouts of her warring parents. The only person who understood the young teen was Gary, the guy she met online. He was an #oasis in her otherwise loveless life. And tonight she'd finally go to him as he wanted her to do. #vss365

The casket trundles along the conveyor belt into the mouth of the crematorium. Flames lick hungrily at the simple wooden box and my son who lies within. A life filled with so much promise. His hopes and dreams. Now nothing more than #ash. #vss365

I met my mailman Ryan while out walking today. After a few minutes chatting, he grew solemn. 'Tomorrow is my son's 5th anniversary,' he said. 'I know you get it.' Bereaved parents. We find each other and we draw comfort from the light that flickers through our shared darkness.

I have a collection of hearts. Most are stones I find on walks. They're all a little misshapen and chipped. But that's ok because mine is too. Every time I find one I think of my boy, gone over a decade now. You can't lose a child without breaking your heart.

For 9 years after my son died I sat twice a month in my therapist's office and cried. The reality is grief therapy doesn't cure grief. Now nearly 11 years in the tears are less heavy. But I wonder. Will the time ever come when I don't weep for my boy and all he lost? #LossLit

David's guitar has been in our livingroom for nearly 12 years, unplayed since his death. We've decided to give it to one of his dearest friends, a fellow musician. But I am so sad. Even though I know it needs to be played, it feels like another unspeakable loss.