I wanted to ride down to the jiffy and get a 40 so I could pour some out on the ground in Steve’s honor today, but I’ll just splash some coffee on the floor instead. We get older. We make do. Sorry Steve. I hope they don’t have grudges in heaven. When my husband was ...
My aunt died. I mentioned it on Facebook, like asking for people to send energy into the universe for her family who are probably really sad right now. When my dad called and we talked about it, I have to admit that it never occurred to me to check with him about how he was ...
Grief is funny. Recently my husband let it slip that for our whole relationship he hasn’t understood my hanging onto this whole “Silas thing” – his exact words were something like “whenever you brought it up I would think’ ‘really? again?’…” and I nodded sagely even as my face grew hot with humiliation because we ...
Free association about funerals: Tears are contagious. And also… When people die, I spend days processing other deaths in my life. And part of what I resent about being obligated to show up at a funeral (and in this case, sit at the fucking front of the church, where the cheap insensitive funeral people didn’t think to ...
My grandfather died this morning. Today was the day I had planned to go see him. Today was also the school baby shower. yay. A woman who is at least half my size in girth and is due in 4 weeks (I am due in eight) pretended to commiserate with me about how incredibly huge ...