Thursday, October 13, 2016

Gen. 5: Matthew Solo-Ch. 25

Again I'm a day late with this, but maybe it'll just become a thing. LOL
As Life Goes is 3 as of yesterday. I can't believe it's been that long. 
I never expected this story to grow like it has. 
I've enjoyed writing it the last 3 years and 
look forward to continuing it for more years to come. 
Thanks for all the support over the last 3 years!


Every morning I woke up, I feared the day before had been a dream, but as I checked my surroundings I was indeed still in a real room, with a real bed, in a real house. Without a doubt the nicest house I’d ever stayed in.
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Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Gen. 5: Matthew Solo-Ch. 24

I ran my hands down the front of the frumpy top in a vain attempt to smooth out some of the wrinkles. This was the last outfit I’d gotten from the shelter that wasn’t worn out. I kept it for special occasions, like going into places to fill out applications.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Gen. 5: Matthew Solo-Ch. 23

I smiled listening to Cam and Klutz ‘talk’ to each other. For every babbling noise Cameron would make, Klutz would howl in response. All these little moments my son was missing. Jonas and I were discussing finding him a caretaker since we didn’t know how long he’d be like this. I wanted to be the one here, taking care of him, but Jonas reminded me we had to also consider the impact a long term arrangement could have on the girls. That was on top of me having to take care of the farm back home. Spring was here which meant the beginning of harvest season.
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Friday, July 29, 2016

Gen. 5: Matthew Solo-Ch. 22

“Come on Cam, man. Haven’t you heard of the bro code?”

As I got to the top of the landing I laughed hearing Cal complain. I could only guess that Cameron peed on him again. We’d been here a week since the funeral and Cal was good about helping with Cameron’s care even if Cam seemed to have it out for him. It never failed, he always seemed to pee soon as Cal took off his diaper.
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Gen. 5.21-Matthew Solo

I stood at the graveside, staring down into the hole that contained Kia’s body. Her final resting place. The minister was reciting some prayer. I heard Mom crying, Dad was comforting her. Why do we do this? Who does this whole process benefit? Kia was gone; she wouldn’t know who came out to mourn her. So what was the point? This whole exhibition was for those of us left behind. To pay our last respects. What did that even mean? Were we supposed to stand here and do our grieving before going on with the rest of our lives without that person? Were we supposed to try and make peace some sort of way if we had unresolved issues with the recently deceased? Kia was gone! She wouldn’t get to see our son grow up. She wouldn’t know that I was sorry for the choices I made that led us here. She wouldn’t know any of that, so me standing here as some man that didn’t even know her talked about how she was at peace now only served to anger me.
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Monday, December 14, 2015

Gen. 5.20-Matthew

Dad tried to convince me not to do this. With everything that had happened yesterday and this morning, he told me I’d had a panic attack and passed out. He didn’t think I could handle any more stress, but I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t even know why I had to be here, they knew it was Kia, she was found in her room, but they said it was procedure. That same word Ms. Logan stated when she showed up. Everything was procedure. They needed her next of kin to make a positive ID, so here I stood looking down at my wife. I kept hoping this was a bad dream, that at any moment I’d wake and the nightmare would be over. She was gone. She’d spent the last few hours of her life probably scared and angry, thinking she was unwanted. Her father had abandoned her and then I sent her here. Why didn’t she believe I would come back for her? Why did she do this?
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Sunday, December 13, 2015

Gen. 5.19-Matthew

Mom and Dad said nothing as they drove me home. I’m sure they’d discussed plenty while I was knocked out from whatever they drugged me with. They were there when I woke up, so I knew I’d been out for a while. Mom’s eyes were red, so I knew she’d been crying. Again something I’d done had my mother in tears. Shannon had called them, she’d met them during one of their visits and I was thankful I’d had them down as back up emergency contacts on the paperwork I’d had to fill out with her agency. I’d wanted to thank her for all her help, but she was gone when I woke up. Mom and Dad did tell me she somehow managed to talk me out of being arrested. The hospital and the orderly that I’d hit wanted to press charges, but after she explained to them what all went on that day, they were sympathetic to my emotional state.
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