Personalloss Stories

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"When the Rain Stays Inside" is my melancholic love letter to someone who once felt like home. It's about a love that didn't end with a goodbye but slowly faded through life's cruel turns. This poem reflects the quiet kind of grief, the one that rains inside you every day. If you've ever held on to the memory of someone long after they're gone, this piece is for you.

Miri grew up in Staten Island, New York City. Her little neighborhood was close-knit; everyone knew each other and were always friendly. Well, if you asked her when she was growing up, she would have said most of the folks were friendly. There was one boy from down the street, named Sal, and he lived to drive Miri crazy. Later on in life, when she needs her friends by her side, will Sal be someone on whom she can depend?

The decisions we make, the opportunities we enjoy, and the hardships that descend upon us come together to shape our life journeys. This is Greg's story. Walk with him as he shares his journey and discovers peace in the life he now claims.