Category: Death
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Dear Buckley
Seventy-six days is a blink of time from when we first met thirteen years ago, yet somehow it feels longer. Grief slows the Earth’s orbit, making each moment a little more pronounced and sharper. Time cuts away a little slower and more precise than when you were here.
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The Quarter
“This isn’t my first choice to be writing about my profound experience with a quarter in reference to my time travelling, dimension bending, deceased cat. But I often feel that what I write isn’t really mine anyways. I am simply the means to an end to get words to paper. Sometimes, I’m as surprised as…
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Taking a Gap Year
Watching this old woman relive her college days reminded me of Soren Kierkegaard’s quote; “Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.”
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Ice Cream Heaven
“The ice cream is always flowing, and the conversation is always interesting in my version of heaven.”
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A Pigeon Called Fate
“The worlds are not scripted for the profound love between mother and daughter. Everything can be re-written when it comes to the love string that bonds two hearts together. Not even death can glean a taste of this radiance as its very existence is the opposite of all that is death.”
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Bringer or Taker?
“The elderly couple that sat across from me hardly spoke in the twenty plus minutes we all waited together for the doctor in a small, stuffy waiting room. I recall being able to see her blue veins through her almost transparent skin and wondering how the frail man beside her could possibly care for her.”
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Being Present in Liminal Spaces
“It’s tempting to get lost in what is the right way to act, the correct things to say, and what appropriate clothes to wear. It’s easy to forget that often all that is required in life is to show up and present your honest self.”
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With or Without Me
“You know what, it’s not your life, it’s life. Life is bigger than you, if you can imagine that. Life isn’t something that you possess, it’s something that you take part in and witness.” – Louis C.K
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A Good Death
“Today is Thursday. It might rain later but right now it’s sunny. I am present. I will let the grief pass through me. Spike’s soul was done with his body and no amount of hope or want could fix that. I will remember the cat he once was. The curious, annoying, loud, orange ball of…
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Dear Spike
“You’ve hung on longer than anyone could have anticipated. Sometimes I think you powered through because you wanted to know that I was going to be ok. I want to tell you that I will be ok and thank you for all that you’ve done for me. I love you more than I’ve ever loved…