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Death did on occasion find a soul with a red heart attached.
He was never too sure who put it there, but he suspected it was the Giver of Life from upstairs.
Before him lay, Amy Wallace, 84 years of age and about to breathe her last.
One of the things Death liked about his job was a person’s life was there before him at the moment of their death. It made determination easy.
Amy Wallace’s life had been a difficult one. Abuse as a child, a neglectful mother, a disrupted childhood, rape as a teenager and a child from the first rape, a marriage to a disturbed man full of perversities and then a withdrawal from society inside a second marriage that was safe and secure.
What made Amy’s life different was her determination to not just breath and keep breathing but to do something with each breath she took.
It took her a long time to acquire the courage, but after years of re-living her past, she decided to write her story. It was not only an act of incredible bravery to face once again the demons of her past, but in her writing, she reached out to other victims of abuse and so took on an advocacy role, one she never imagined could happen.
Her work opened doors for other abuse victims to reveal and tell their story and take the first tentative steps towards healing and finding peace in their lives.
Amy Wallace was no great stand-out woman. She was a small lady, and as Death looked at her lying in her bed, her long brushed grey hair sitting either side of her face he couldn’t help but marvel at what she had accomplished.
The red heart was a clear indication of where she was to go next. Reaching down he took her hand and led her to the waiting angel.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/06/29/tale-weaver-126-death-29617/
And now we know what the red heart means — or at least what Death believes it to mean — and how one gets it. Thanks for clearing that up — or at least I think you cleared that up.
Lol…well I hope so too….thanks for stopping by and reading..
wow – now here was a work that I didn’t see coming from a mile away! (and that’s a compliment) –
it’s a great prompt, of course, difficult in some ways, weighty subject etc. and even as you mentioned that it could be used in any way, you’ve chosen a route here that sounds like we’re about to wander off down a slightly humourous side, with a touch of macabre or fancy, but instead, you’ve written a very memorable story – slightly haunting – just enough to consider how many suffer such terrible things, and how each, in their own ways, have to then walk the world and never quite know where or how things will turn out – always with this dark and terrible shadow – yet this piece Michael – is suffused with a gentleness – well done – and thank you 🙂
Thank you Pat, I appreciate your comments.
Oh WOW, I could almost cry. What a lovely heart you have for the downtrodden and fiercely abused. And thanks for clearing up the red-heart mystery 🙂 Mine will post at midnight PDST…
Thank you Jael, glad you could read this, serious business the abused and how they can rise from the past and become people to be admired.
As one of them, I count myself an Overcomer–some days are still shaky, but God has assured my Victory…and I hope somehow to help others.
We live in hope and in commitment to support others who need our support.
Yes.
Beautiful, simply beautiful 💜💝
Thank you willow you are so very generous.
Hope you have a great weekend when it comes by your way.
Just honest it is a lovely post 💜
Thank you.
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Aww. That made my heart hurt just a little, but in a good way 🙂
Thanks Juls appreciate you stopping by. Enjoy your weekend 🤓
You too 🙂
Thanks for clearing up the mystery Michael.
Thanks for reading Di..
Aw, this is so sweet, Michael. The lady much deserved the red heart.
Thank you Cathy there are a few such women in this world, brave enough to stand up and tell their stories…
No there isn’t…a while back, I thought about writing a memoir, but after a few pages, decided I didn’t want to tell the world my story.
I can well understand that Cathy, it would take a huge amount of courage to tell the story of your life..I know I’m not so keen to tell mine either..
We shall just let those sleeping dogs lie…as we say here in the US.
Yes that is so….so long as they don’t eat away at us….opportunities to write about them, to find friends who will listen have helped me greatly in recent years.
It’s a good thing to be able to vent, in one form or another. Keeps us from going crazy. 😊
Most definitely….trusting in someone to vent to is part of the solution.