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My father passed away six weeks ago.
The first time I typed out that sentence, I accidentally wrote, “My father passed away six years ago.” And if that isn’t telling, I don’t know what it is.
Anyway, while dealing with my own grief and of course everything else all other Americans are up against this unsettled spring (pandemic, » Read more
I woke up cheerful this morning.
Normally, this wouldn’t be big news. In general, I have a very positive disposition.
I do get grumpy. I do get sad. Things can and do annoy me.
Part of being a resilient person involves acknowledging reality. And anyone who has any sort of meaningful, » Read more
There’s a joke going around the Internet. It goes a little something like this: Don’t forget to check on your strong friend so that they can lie to you about how they’re doing.
I laugh, because there’s a lot of truth there. I don’t know if other people would consider me their “strong” » Read more
It’s been a month since my father died. That sentence, as I type it, feels like a lie. And not simply because a substantial part of me wishes it weren’t true, that my father were still alive, but also because of the “month” part.
Because even though I can look at the calendar, » Read more
I haven’t written about this much, but I’ll say it now: I’m a klutz.
When I was a little kid, I was always falling down and skinning my knees. Now, I did eventually become a runner, first a sprinter in elementary school and later a cross country runner in middle school (before puberty came along and made it impossible to compete like I had before, » Read more
A few weeks ago, someone I love very much passed away. I’m noticing that I get less sick every time I type that. Or every time I speak it aloud.
On one hand, this upsets me. Because as frightening as the pain of the early days was, this new shift troubles me. Because I don’t want to forget him. » Read more
You’re gone. And everything has changed.
But nothing has.
Lots of folks still say and do disappointing things. There are very few people like you in the world. People who do a lot but don’t do it for the glory. People who are too busy doing things to notice if anyone else notices them. » Read more
I’ve never quite known what to do with birthday cards. Especially ones plastered with flowers. Or Bible verses.
Clearly intended for another recipient. One who has done a little better living up to what other people expected of her.
Not for me. Not for the little girl whose hair never behaves. » Read more
I learned a long time ago that when you want to express your condolences to someone who is grieving a death, simple is best. Especially if you don’t know them all that well. Or you aren’t familiar with the situation.
Keep it simple. “I’m sorry for your loss” is fine.
Now, » Read more
“I just realized why an artist creates something they never show anybody else,” he says.
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“It’s about loving yourself. Because you create it for yourself,” he says.
I don’t know quite how to explain it to him. How that explanation really makes no sense to me, » Read more
