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When her mother passes away unexpectedly, Twilight Sparkle reflects on a parent she neglected in pursuit of her own dreams. With only a little time left before the funeral, she returns home to piece together what she can of a life she barely remembers, hoping to make peace with the memories of a pony she took for granted.

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Thumbs up to you man thumbs up to you.

The father of time is happy:scootangel:

Truly fantastic work. You have a knack for words, how they piece together, and it shows in this story. A beautiful, sorrowful read, which I'm glad I went through with. I'm going to show this to a friend of mine who lost his dad; I bet he'll like it.

Sad and beautiful does not begin to describe this story. My only complaint was lack of interaction between Twilight and the other members of the Mane 6, despite that great job on the story.

Way to make me bawl my eyes out :fluttercry:

But lovely story, it was a joy to experience the emotions. Although I haven't lost a parent or other relative yet, I could feel Twilight's sadness and regret.

i completely lost it at twilight's speech at the funeral :fluttercry::fluttercry::fluttercry::fluttercry::fluttercry::fluttercry::fluttercry:
very well written

:fluttercry: I have the biggest lump in my throat right now. This is so beautifull and well written and emotinal and I can really releate to Twillight here, I lost my dad three years ago and not a day goes by where I dont remeber him and regret I never got to know him quite as much as I should have. The phrase "you dont know what you got till its gone" also fits well with this story.

I'm not usually a fan of sad stories. After all, they make me feel sad, which is not something I normally look for in my pleasure reading.

This story is one of the few sad stories that I love anyway. Its message is so powerful and profound that I feel like a better person for having read it.

You've heard me say before that stories about ponies are really stories about people. They may be odd, cartoonish, four-legged people, but people all the same. This is one of those stories where the people come through as characters, not cartoons. Excellent work.

Thank you, everyone, for your kind words.

I'm finally starting to catch up on all the wonderful stories that this community produces. I'm starting slow, checking out authors' smaller works to see if their writing clicks with me.

It's safe to say I'll be looking forward to the rest of your collection.

A really heartfelt, and heartbreaking, tale. I can't say that I can relate to what Twilight's going through, but it's got a good message, none the less.

Really liked how the dialogue flowed, how real the situations between characters played out. That's not an easy thing to do with the written word. Each scene had enough room to breathe without filling it up with unnecessary exposition. Letting the reader fill in the unspoken parts was really effective.

I prefer more upbeat stories, but I do dig into the sadder stuff from time to time to round out my reading experience. I think I hit my quota for some time to come.

Thanks for sharing! It was a delight.

You did the dialogue amazingly.

I struggle to find the words to express the beauty of this fic,
Thank you for writing it.

Very impressive. Very, very impressive. The pacing of the dialogue was spot on, something you should be commended for. This story was quite powerful, but it never felt self-indulgent or cloying, a trap that so many 'sad' fics fall into. However, there was something about Twi that... stuck out to me. I am not sure if that was in a good way or a bad way, but it did nonetheless. I can't quite put my finger on it either. Very annoying.

Regardless, I enjoyed this. It was short, it was powerful, and it was subtle. An impressive piece of story craft. Keep up the great work.

My progression through this story: :fluttershysad::fluttercry::fluttershyouch::fluttershbad::raritycry::pinkiesad2:

I'm going to go hug my mother now.


truly fantastic
THAT is how you pace a story

I'll be back in an hour. :eeyup:

You're all right, Drakmire. This is a very good thing you've done here. You felt some powerful things when you wrote it, I can tell. Everyone who reads this will experience feelings that they will have to think about, because this is a universal story. It's not necessarily a story about ponies, but it's a story about life, and living, and feelings we all share, and events most of us have to live through. I'm very, very glad that I saw your name on this story and decided to read it.

Now that that's out of the way: Why do you have to be so good, and make me look so bad? :raritydespair:

Kinda got lost in the story.

I do wonder about her family

Oh, man. This was some heavy stuff. No tears on my end, but my heart's sitting pretty heavy in my chest right now. :ajsleepy:
I can relate to Twilight in this story quite a bit. I'm not very close with my parents; I don't quite know why, aside from not having much in common. We have some fun times together, but admittedly, I don't know that much personally about either of them, and if I had to give a eulogy, I don't think I'd have very much to say. That's not an easy thing to admit to myself, so coming across this story that expresses this very situation so starkly, I came away feeling plenty somber.

That said, I really must tell you that the pacing in this story is fantastic. You know how to use your line breaks and paragraphs very well, and I admire your sparse writing style. It's not very descriptive, but it's actually better for it, instead using descriptors only when necessary. I always thought it better to say something in fewer words than too many, lest things get too muddled. This was written in a way that every word seemed to count, and have impact. Of course, that's also because a large portion of this is told in dialogue. Very, very good, natural dialogue.
Take notes, everypony. This is how you write a story.
Good job, Drakmire

*sigh* I think I need a hug.

This might take a while, but I'm gonna have to give the most powerful hug I've ever given to every member of my family. I lost my grandmother many years ago. I was so young. I never really knew her, nor what death meant at that time. But I do find myself thinking a lot about what I would do if I ever lost a friend, a brother, a sister or a parent, and it's not pretty.

I guess the only thing there is to do is to love and appreciate every moment you spend with them and never take anything for granted.

Thank you for this story. I cried practically during the entire thing, even now as I am writing this comment. I was feeling a bit "bleh" prior to reading this. I feel a lot better now. Thank you. :pinkiesad2:

The whole time I read this story I was also thinking back on my grandfather's funeral and all the things I wish I had told him before he passed. :fluttercry: This was a very touching and lovely story. Exceptional work.

Thank you all for your comments, great and small. I'm honored to hear that some of you have been touched by my little story here, and it's been my pleasure bringing it to you.

I'mma go hug my mum now :raritydespair:

This fic reminds me of me when I lost my twin brother - there are some things that never should have been left behind, just as there are some pains that will never go away.

Thanks for writing this - it was beautiful.

- Midnight Specter

As one who lost there mother in her early 40s this piece struck home rather hard. I went through everything twilight did. For nearly a decade I didn't talk with her or have any contact at all. I got a visit from a police officer in Baltimore that she had a massive stroke and was in critical condition at the Cleveland clinic. I hopped the next greyhound to Cleveland and met up with the rest of the family and visited her in a coma over the next few days. She was almost completely fine when we visited her on the 4th day, she was wide awake laughing talking about how she missed us and asked why we didn't stay in contact.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that the reason I lost contact was becuase of her blatant drug abuse and complete neglect of her poor choice in father figures. For most of my life she had been struggling with those issues when i had finally had enough at 16 and bailed out on the abusive household to pursue something for myself completely shutting myself off from everyone, not so much as leaving a contact number. My mom passed away the next day when a long clot shot into her heart, killing her in her sleep. I still have regrets about what I could have done if I had been less selfish and had my mothers drug problem fixed first hand instead of running away from my problems.

Sorry for venting in comments but i thought that I at least explain how hard this hit home. I hope you continue your amazing work Drakmire.

ps:thumbs up

pps:takes away a good lesson from this the people you love could be gone tomorrow, cherish what you have with them now.

I made it through most of the story okay, but towards the end, when Twilight gave her eulogy, the tears started to fall. This story hit me and made me think on my relationship with my mother. We're actually pretty close, and when she passes away, I know that it's going hit me really, really hard. I hope it won't be for a long while, though. I'm no stranger to pain and loss, but some losses cut deeper than others.

Beautiful and sad. Very well done.

313161 I totally lost it at the story summary. :fluttercry::raritycry::applecry::pinkiesad2::ajsleepy::facehoof:

I really liked this story, but I can't really say if it is because of it being really good, or simply hitting a sore point of mine. Anyway, the characterization of Twilight's grief was very good, you could really fell from the text a sense of restriction, as she tries to repress her feelings as she goes through the story. The dialogue was also very subtle. A great piece all in all!

I've just had the honor of giving you the 100th thumb.
Congratulations on a beautifully-written story. It really was like Twilight to act like this.
There are stories here that touched me more than this one, but it's probably due to the fact that I cannot even begin to imagine myself in such a situation like Twilight. My mom still means a world to me and let Celestia banish me to the moon the day I forget about my duties as a son.

Oh, man, this was hard to read. Very good, but the subject matter was hard to read. I lost my mom last year. I didn't have the disconnect Twilight did with her mom. Actually, we were very close. I lost my only confidant when she died, and it was and still is a very difficult time for me. I have to admit, I started crying at the part where she smelled her mom's perfume, and the description, "unbearably familiar." Two little words, and it sums up exactly what it's like to smell the scent of a loved one who just passed. Oh, reading this fic, I had to stop many times because of all the parallels I had in my life. It wasn't over-dramatized like most death fics can be - you let the mourning speak for itself.

My personal sentiments aside, I thought you captured Twilight's mourning very well. It was also told in almost a minimalistic way, which works out perfectly for this story. You cut out the excess and kept exactly what was needed. The only problem I had was sometimes the dialogue was a little too minimalistic for my taste. While at times, it perfectly captured how real life conversations could be, other times it just seemed odd. That might have just been me, though. OH, and this is just a personal thing, and is not a jab at the story or you, the author, but personally, I kept thinking, "Twilight, you don't have to say ANYTHING, actually." I just wish someone would have said that to her rather than expect her to say something. Aside from taking away that expectancy that she had to speak, it would show that she WANTED to say something, she just didn't know how to say it. But that's a minor nitpick. I might have been taking it too personall >_<

Great job.

I remember when my mother passed away, I was somewhere around seven.
Good story, good job.

Very well written! I really enjoyed reading this.

I guess I have to reread it, normally I am a sobbing heap when I read storys like yours...
but now not even one tear came from my eyes, I guess my moot is not sad enough.

No offence though, its really wondeful!

Wow man, just, words can not accurately describe how I feel right now
Pretty much every bit of this, felt very in character to me
and now I feel guilty for not really talking to my Mom while she is still alive especially since we had a bit of a scare a while back, sure I don't have the level of disconnection Twilight had, or that some of you guys have described, I'll send her a card and call on Mother's day, Christmas, her Birthday, but that is just about it
524012 I wouldn't worry about it too much, I didn't cry that much either, but once you read the, shall we say, stronger sadfics (i.e. My little Dashie) you tend to cry at others less. Though I did bawl a bit while reading 'I Couldn't wake you, Because you can Never Wake up Again', that might have had more to do with the fact that a child died

This was very nice. I thought the way you presented Twilight and how she dealt with not knowing her mom was well done. Nicely played




I don't normally comment on any story that I read, but this story has deeply moved me to write one. And, if you'll allow me a moment to share my story, which methinks is reflected in this fic:
You see, my grandparents passed away no less than a year ago. Now most people would be able to stand up and say, "Yeah, so did mine, but you don't hear me sobbing about it on some story with ponies in it." That's because most of those people were able to get to know their grandparents. Me, I barely even remember them, even to this day, after all of my time trying to learn what they did.
In the fic, Twilight's speech struck at one of my heart strings, making me reflect on what I myself have failed to do as a grandchild. Celestia's final little speech also got me, only because it is true: I may have the faintest of memories with me about my grandparents, I still carry them with me all the way.
Even as I type this, I still lapse back to those memories. I still feel the warmth that my grandmother gave off every time I was around her. I feel the strength that resonated off my grandfather. I feel their love, even after about a year of them not being here anymore. But I also feel this sadness of my own creation, for taking them for granted. I feel my own regret.
I thank you, for writing such an amazing and deeply moving fanfic, as it has helped at least one brony out there with their inner struggles.

Greetings Drakmire,

I read and commented on this story via the PFV some time ago (and you replied), but having just left a rather negative assessment on Device Heretic's Dictated, Not Read, and it made me want to come back and re-read this as a comparison.

Honestly, it makes me feel like I've grown as an author, since I got a LOT more out of it on the second pass. For starters, I can really appreciate the simplicity, elegance and pacing of the dialogue now. I didn't like how broken up it was the first time round, and maybe I've just loosened up when it comes to stylisation, but this time it totally worked. I very much liked the strained feel of the various different conversations, but the only thing that still felt just a tiny bit off was that they felt a little bit samey (no doubt very hard to make them different when they're all displaying the same emotions). Willow Whisper was the only one that stood out as being characterful within the context of being upset, and I think it detracted from Twilight insofar as she reacted to each of them in much the same way because of this. On the other hand, it made her scene really stand out, along with Twilight's first return to her parents' house. That's really the only issue I can fine that I'm not completely 100 percent behind now, so I figure that's pretty damned good!

Lastly, I think I figured out why Celestia's words didn't work for me. I think if someone said that to me, it would piss me off rather a lot. Now I can appreciate that, it irks me less. Not much less, but less.

Genuinely fantastic work, Drakmire. Keep it up.

Scott 'Inquisitor' Mence

That dialogue. Magnificently done!

I see, interesting.

Well, I told you I'd leave a comment on this story last night, and now I'm just getting around to it.

This is the kind of fanfiction that takes me back to my early days in the fandom, honestly--Shining Armor makes no appearance here, Twilight's mother dies, and Twilight is exceptionally distant from her family and knows it--these kinds of plot points were everywhere while we only had Season 1 to go off of. And I really miss those days. It seems fanfics are quite constrained by all the new canon Season 2 introduced. So, knowing this came out around "It's About Time" gives me hope that authors will be a bit more daring when it comes to what's canon and what's not in their stories--god knows I abuse all hell out of the privilege by saying "oh, most of Season 2 hasn't happened yet."

The Hemingway-esque narration is obvious right from the get go, and there was that lovely passage with Willow where you let yourself expand a little bit on the details to break up the consistency. In a way, it's harder to write about death using less words than more, and though I would normally ask that an author describe a character's appearance even if we're already familiar with it from the show, you don't surrender to that urge and I think the characters emerge by speaking for themselves. Man, that sounded much less trite in my head. I do wonder what would've happened, though, if you'd intercut Twilight's eulogy at the end with some observations, however--that was pretty much three paragraphs of dialogue and done and I feel like you could've profited from a little expansion outside of just what she said, if that makes sense.

Anyway, I'll end this comment by remarking how I really need to get back into reading fanfiction for fun, or if only to see how people who aren't me go about writing things.


Dammit, i shed a tear. :fluttercry: I didnt cry, but i shed some tears. Good writing man. Good writing,

You packed a great deal of narrative into a very tight space while still showing all the emotion. Brevity like that is hard to come by.

Good, very good. I enjoyed the minimalist approach to descriptions and actions. It really helped the dialogue to stand out. Nice.

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