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 ...
Happy Birthday, Silas. Those Taurus men, always making dramatic entrances and exits. How I wish, every day almost, that I had known the person Silas would become. When I turned 24, and was then as old as Silas was when he died, I realized how incredibly young and unformed 24 years old really is. I thought ...
It was a long dream. It seems like part of it we were on vacation with Michael…I remember specifically one part where we were trying to take a picture of a ship sinking and my camera was getting wet because we were in the water. Then we were looking at the inner tube things looking ...