Posts Tagged "memoir"

11-Year-Old Boy Tries to Save his Father

»Posted on Oct 12, 2009 in BLOG, DROP DEAD LIFE, Parenting & Loss, Sudden Death | 0 comments

Erik told me about his dad, Hayden, when we first started dating. We were both 20, both students at Florida State University. Erik majored in computer science while I studied creative writing. Within days of knowing one another, it was obvious that Erik’s rational, organized side would compliment the artist in me. Erik spoke slowly, with quiet intensity. “We were on vacation.” I sat cross-legged, on Erik’s bedroom floor, soaking in the masculine whisper of his words. My attention was focused entirely on him. He stretched out on his back and put his head in my lap, his eyes directed at the circulating ceiling fan. “We were on vacation, at the beach . . . I was eleven. It was just me, my mom, and my dad. My dad had brought me out...

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Father and Son’s Ashes Scattered Together

»Posted on Sep 29, 2009 in BLOG, Coping With Loss, DROP DEAD LIFE, Parenting & Loss | 0 comments

I give Troy the burgundy velvet bag that contains Erik’s ashes. “Do you mind holding them? I may need to run down to the beach by myself.” “I’ll put them in my back pack.” Troy rests the gray sack by his feet and slides the ashes in. He starts to zip up the backpack, but pauses. “Jeanette, I might be able to fit yours in, too.” Jeanette hugs her pine box closer to her chest. “No, I want to hold him. Hayden’s fine right here.” My mother-in-law, Jeanette, has held on to her husband’s ashes for 17 years now. When we talked about scattering Erik’s ashes, she said, “We’ll scatter them together. It’s never felt right to do it before, but it feels right now. Erik can be with his daddy. They can...

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Confronting the Lion (Prologue)

»Posted on Aug 23, 2009 in BLOG, DROP DEAD LIFE, Memoir Excerpts | 0 comments

Have yet to figure out the descent from these mountains I have climbed. Two butterflies, burnt orange in shade, dance frantically around me, only an inch away from each other. Bells in the distance, buoys navigate the way, and the fog horn blows on this clear sun-filled day. There are no whales to be seen down below. No seals doing somersaults. No deer hopping their way through the golden summer bushes. I turn off my music so that I may hear the mountain lion preying on me for her morning feast. I figure if she eats me, it was meant to be my day. Beneath my breasts is now a belly which is softer than it was—a capsule recycling souls who have been here before. The power of this womb. What meaning lies ahead for this heart I will reveal one day? A grand ...

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About Hyla Molander

»Posted on Dec 30, 2008 in BLOG, Publicity, & Interviews | 0 comments

About Hyla Molander

I had everything I had ever wanted . . . right up until that Easter Sunday dinner when my 17-month-old daughter and I watched as our beloved Erik slid down the kitchen counter and lay motionless on our white-tiled floor. Erik, 29, was a rising-star manager for Lucas Digital and a devoted husband and father.  I was a successful Northern California children’s photographer, seven months pregnant with our second child. One minute we were laughing, and thirty-five minutes later, Erik was pronounced dead. Never could I have imagined that this tragedy would teach me to live and twice intensity, but now, eight years later, I embrace each day with my new husband (Match.com) and our four children. Now, through my writing and inspirational speaking, I remind others to...

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