Friday the 13th

“It’s marked as deceased. No one can do anything with it.”

Those words, overheard just now, they

hurt. Sorrow welled up and

out of my throat.

I covered my face so

my husband wouldn’t hear, wouldn’t

know, because those words hadn’t hit him

The way they hit me.


Two nights ago, a phone call from Texas:

“I’m calling for Christofer J. DeFino,

About a car he just asked about online.”

“He’s gone three years now. It couldn’t have been him.”

“I’m sorry, so sorry.”

My husband said it was our boy pulling a prank, letting us know

he’s still around to do so. I feared someone using

his name,

his identity.

That’s where we are, now. Him and me,

He and I,


“It’s marked as deceased. No one can do anything with it.”

Social Security, moments ago, assured my husband on the phone.

Upstairs, writing at my computer, I broke

into silent tears. He’ll read this and

He’ll know, silent will no longer

be silent.

They’re here, on this page, screaming.





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13 responses to “Friday the 13th

  1. Frank A DeFino

    I love you my Terri-Lynne! We had him for only a brief time, but he lives on in us and all our children! You sure made my ey
    s tear up! Must be allergies….

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  2. Terri-Lynne I’m so sorry this happened. Sending you much love and millions of hugs.


  3. No words. Just hugs and love, always there for you when needed.


  4. Elizabeth Young


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  5. My heart hurts for you. Love you so very much.


  6. MaryAnn Forbes

    That call had to be so unsettling; I’m sorry. You are in my heart and thoughts.


  7. Beautiful, loving, sad, my heart fills with sorrow and love at the same time for you.


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