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It hit me a few weeks ago when I was looking at the prayer cards from my father’s funeral.
When my father died, he stopped being a man. And he started being a historical figure.
It was a silly joke at first. Because the prayer cards had his birth and death dates on it. » Read more
You lost someone you love. Stop looking for a reason and start thinking about the meaning you are going to assign to that event.
Steve Case, F**k Death
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When I lost my father in April, I thought I was ready for it. He had been ill for quite some time. » Read more
In the space below, draw yourself, and highlight where you feel your grief physically. (It doesn’t matter if you’re a shitty artist. Just put something on the page.) Is it an ache in your chest, a sinking in your stomach, a twisting in your head?
–Steve Case, F**k Death Workbook
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In the early days, » Read more
Like a lot of other people, I’ve been having a rough spring and summer. There’s the pandemic of course, making an inescapable impact across America.
But I had a big personal challenge in late April when my father passed away. Grieving is never easy, and I’ve found that it’s doubly difficult during the pandemic, » Read more
I have a couple of prayer cards from my father’s service in my home. One of my sisters scooped them up for me, from the wake in Maine, and mailed them to me in Texas. They have Psalm 23 printed on them. You know… “The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”
Right there underneath his photograph and his birth and death dates. » Read more
Someone close to you has died.
No, they are not alive somewhere else.
No, they are not coming back.
No, it doesn’t make any fucking sense.
No, they are not in the next room reading a book or doing the dishes.
No matter how much you want to believe they are coming back, » Read more
Growing up, I was the kid with the messy desk. The one that looked like it was spewing paper everywhere. My backpack was a snarl of random accoutrements. My room wasn’t any better.
It drove my neatnik mom crazy. Because it always looked wrong to her. Like chaos personified. It was the wrong way to be. » Read more
I’m not sure why I feel so apologetic whenever Mom asks the question I’m getting used to getting from her. “Are the covid cases going down in Dallas yet?”
“No,” I text back. “They’re going up.”
It’s been a long string of record days. Everything’s going in the wrong direction.
A Different Funeral Experience Than Any of Us Had Planned
I don’t write about it all that often because weight tends to be a touchy or full-on traumatizing matter for people, regardless of your relationship to it, but from 2009-2012, I lost 160 pounds.
The first question people typically ask at this point is “how did you do it?” The answer usually disappoints them. » Read more
How am I doing?
One day I’m going to look back on this time and remember how hard it was and thank past me for surviving.
But when you’re on the ground level living through a rough patch, it can be pretty overwhelming.
I reach the end of the day, » Read more
