So glad to get this! I missed you! I get this and you handle it however you are able. My parents died 3 months apart and it changed my life. They were very old (98!) but that doesn’t matter. You will never be the same and it will take time. You’ll be different but you’ll be good because you are good and talented and btw funny AF. X0
It does. Thank you. I joke that they were as efficient and always and just decided I needed to rip the band aid off and deal with losing them both back to back.
As someone who’s had recent family bereavement and dealing with fuckosity to a high magnitude, this was cathartic and resonant to read. Welcome back ❤️
It’s good to have you back writing these. And my condolences for all the slings and arrows you’ve endured. Rough going!
It’s been 3 years since Mom has passed and I’m finally replacing the last of her furniture with mine. I imagine that you’ll feel those losses for a long, long time, but that is how these things go.
I'm okay with feeling them forever, honestly. It's part of honoring the love I had for them. But grief is far from a linear journey and there are definitely times when it surprises me with its force and timing.
When I say "I know what you mean," I'm not just saying it. My mom had the whole COPD/heart failure double whammy too, and her last few months were awful. Here's to gutting through your annus horribilis, and I am happy to see you raging in my inbox once again. Hugs to you, and I mean that sincerely.
Thanks for writing this post. A bit cathartic because I lost my brother (79) last year and had a hard time for a while. Hit me harder than losing my parents in 2004 and 2008. Didn’t expect that.
You know what they say "any quote in a storm" - well, they don't really say that, but fuck it, you know what I mean. Here's to the next year being a hell of a lot better. You deserve it and the cosmos owes it to you anyway!
“Oily weight” says it all. The hits always come in clusters. God doesn’t know how to pace herself, I guess. Glad to see you stepping back on the field.
Bringing the hellfire to the fuckers. As pleasant as it can be to interact with you on a regular basis from my own electronic screen, the catharsis in posts like these is visceral.
My workplace teams chat in the morning makes me want to vomit, similar to the flowery IG stuff you mention. People can't just say good morning, they all have to motivate me via positive memes.
It's been 23 years since I lost my mother. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Sometimes I can smell the hospital hallway or hear the sound my dad made. Other times it feels like forever ago. Grief is weird. But sometimes welcome and it brings memories. Eventually it will bring peace along with it all, even when it still sucks.
This is really fucking well written. Sorry for the horrible year. Sometimes you need to park the much deserved skepticism/world-weariness and embrace the inspirational quote.
So glad to get this! I missed you! I get this and you handle it however you are able. My parents died 3 months apart and it changed my life. They were very old (98!) but that doesn’t matter. You will never be the same and it will take time. You’ll be different but you’ll be good because you are good and talented and btw funny AF. X0
Thank you so much for the kind words. And it's definitely a life-changing experience. You're never really the same at all.
Oh girl, you have had a fucking time. Sincere sympathy over the loss of your parents. It sucks.
It does. Thank you. I joke that they were as efficient and always and just decided I needed to rip the band aid off and deal with losing them both back to back.
As someone who’s had recent family bereavement and dealing with fuckosity to a high magnitude, this was cathartic and resonant to read. Welcome back ❤️
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Thank you for reading and wishing peace and healing for you.
Hurricane Amber, indeed.
It’s good to have you back writing these. And my condolences for all the slings and arrows you’ve endured. Rough going!
It’s been 3 years since Mom has passed and I’m finally replacing the last of her furniture with mine. I imagine that you’ll feel those losses for a long, long time, but that is how these things go.
My heart to yours.
I'm okay with feeling them forever, honestly. It's part of honoring the love I had for them. But grief is far from a linear journey and there are definitely times when it surprises me with its force and timing.
Sending to my daughter, who has been through a tough time. Thank you and this makes me weepy ( in a good way)
I hope she finds some solidarity and comfort in it! Thank you for sharing, and my best wishes to her in hopes that brighter days are ahead.
When I say "I know what you mean," I'm not just saying it. My mom had the whole COPD/heart failure double whammy too, and her last few months were awful. Here's to gutting through your annus horribilis, and I am happy to see you raging in my inbox once again. Hugs to you, and I mean that sincerely.
It's a terrible journey, Janet, so I'm sorry you're familiar with it. I'll take all the hugs. :)
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Thanks for writing this post. A bit cathartic because I lost my brother (79) last year and had a hard time for a while. Hit me harder than losing my parents in 2004 and 2008. Didn’t expect that.
You know what they say "any quote in a storm" - well, they don't really say that, but fuck it, you know what I mean. Here's to the next year being a hell of a lot better. You deserve it and the cosmos owes it to you anyway!
Yay! You're fucking back!! ❤️
I'm glad you're back.
So glad to see you back. :) I know you needed the time to get through the hurricane and this was certainly worth the wait.
From a fellow pessimist, who desperately wants to be an optimist, hang in there. I swear there are better days out there.
“Oily weight” says it all. The hits always come in clusters. God doesn’t know how to pace herself, I guess. Glad to see you stepping back on the field.
Bringing the hellfire to the fuckers. As pleasant as it can be to interact with you on a regular basis from my own electronic screen, the catharsis in posts like these is visceral.
My workplace teams chat in the morning makes me want to vomit, similar to the flowery IG stuff you mention. People can't just say good morning, they all have to motivate me via positive memes.
It's been 23 years since I lost my mother. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Sometimes I can smell the hospital hallway or hear the sound my dad made. Other times it feels like forever ago. Grief is weird. But sometimes welcome and it brings memories. Eventually it will bring peace along with it all, even when it still sucks.
May you find your "fuck yes!" energy one "fuck yes!" at a time. Sending love and energy
This is really fucking well written. Sorry for the horrible year. Sometimes you need to park the much deserved skepticism/world-weariness and embrace the inspirational quote.