"I am who I am because the person I loved most in one moment in time was alive and then he died."
Tag: Grief
Grieving the White House
This is full blown grief, my friends; the inability to comprehend what’s being said and done in the moment.
Another day, another earworm
I woke up this morning with the 1975 Austin Robert’s song “Rocky” playing in my head. It’s been decades since I’ve heard it, but there it was, in my ears, and I remembered every single sad word.
And now for something not so different… Fiction v nonfiction
To paraphrase the Beatles, there’s nothing we can know that isn’t already known.
Grief is a wild child…
“Grief is a wild child. You’ll never tame it, but it’s ok to let it flow through you. Better through than around. Be good to yourself, and don’t take shortcuts.”
Fifty First Everythings All the Time
I still expected him to “snap out of it,” come to his senses, want to improve, remember who he used to be. Remember who he used to be to me.
Mourning and Internet friendships
After reading the news, and having a good cry, I thought about how Internet friends can be some of the best friends ever.
When “just a car” isn’t just a car
Turns out, I’m attached to freedom.
When Grief takes a Twist
"Do we ever truly let go of the people with whom we’ve been intimate on some level? Doesn’t a part of them live on inside us forever?"
Show Up for Goodbye
But hospice is its own kind of limbo, isn’t it? It’s crowded with feelings, but offers no crystal ball to tell us how we’ll feel when that life is actually over.
Lynn Haraldson, Author and Writing Mentor 