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hey there cowboy

seven years now since we last spoke, can you believe it? its the dead of night back home. do you remember when you'd wake me up at 5 am to mow the lawn before it got too hot? i made you sit at the table while i finished a cup of coffee, that was my rule. its probably why i still drink coffee. just give me another minute before you go, ok?

i think about that phone call. grief is funny, most times youre going along fine and then suddenly you underwater gasping for air. i think of you telling me you were proud of me. you never did that. i think maybe you knew.

i think about your voice. i cant remember it unless i think about that goofy message on your answering machine, laughing and bright. 'Leave me a Message.' sometimes, i still do, even though you never show online. maybe you still get them somehow.

anyway, i miss you. (dont be shooting at me then, you'd always say, or you gotta improve you aim!) do you know how much of you is still here? do you know my stories are all laced with grief? do you know my smile is a perfect copy of yours? thanks for that. i love you.

talk soon, space cowboy <3

#grief posting #its that time of year #grief process #it does get better #but yeah #letters to the dead

Tea mug - A sad story

A roommate of mine accidentally broke a mug I've bought at the Natural History Museum of London :(

My personal steps of grief in this case

Step 1: Sadness

Step 2: Suddenly an idea

Step 3: Realize that I have an 'excuse' to plan my next trip to London

I'm a bit sad for the mug and for my autistic ass that will stop drinking tea until I find another mug :(

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #sad mug story #grief process #david tennant #michael sheen #aziraphale #crowley #natural history museum london #london #next trip #excuse

Jacques death in asoue.

Olaf’s grief process / Bad education quote

Stage one - Denial

“Who killed Count Olaf”

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Stage 2 - Identity theft

“I’m Jacques, Jacques Snicket”

#asoue #bad education #count olaf #jacques snicket #death #grief process #I’m using this joke in a little piece of writing #I may post it #it’s about the Baudelaires after the series ended #but tbh with work and personal life I don’t have much time to write #I just found this funny #and thought it deserved it’s own post #so there we are #here it is #a series of unfortunate events

You would think cleaning out the medicine cabinet in the bathroom is not a thing that would make a person cry, but you would be wrong

herein, a list of things in my medicine cabinet that are very much Not Mine (but that I have steadfastly ignored for the past 14 months and now have to deal with because the other day I nearly knocked my toothbrush into the toilet and the whole thing has to be cleaned out and rearranged):

argan oil, for her curly Jewish hair

two bars of Dr. Bronner’s tea tree oil soap, for her daily epsom salt baths

various tinctures and other such hippie stuff

fancy silk dental floss, because the woman was a big fan of flossing after every meal and regular dental floss is for plebes, Joey

tampons (I hate them and never use them)

a couple of random prescriptions from five years ago, wtf

her bright pink toothbrush travel case (”It was as close to purple as I could find, Joey”)

a nice soft reusable cloth makeup wipe I got her when she was in the hospital

some kind of little scrubby brush thing, the use of which is probably related to nail care and/or other mystical femme rituals

a forgotten tube of mascara (she did wear mascara nearly every day until just before she died)

two pairs of nail scissors

the damn thing looks empty now, even with my stuff in it

#my wife died #ravenclaw-burning gets personal #death #grief processing #grief process

My grandma passed away on Thursday. I don’t have a lot of sick time from work and live about 200 miles away from my family so I’m waiting a few months until her funeral to go up. I’ve felt stagnant and uncertain the past few days. Like I can’t figure out what I need in order to grieve alone. Today my husband and I are doing a big clean of the house. We’ve cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed, folded 3 loads of laundry, put fresh sheets on the bed, put up 3 shelves, and I’m going to try to put away the Christmas decorations today. It’s not fixing it all but it’s allowing me to feel fresh and productive at least. I’m not sure how this grief process will go but I’ll take it one day at a time.

#trad life #young marriage #road to tradlife #grief #grief process

It feels like the acceptable time to grieve is over. It’s been over 5 years since my father passed and some nights I still get emotional when thinking about him.

If I were to cry in public about loosing my father, people would be supportive till I told them how long ago he’d passed, and they’d look at me with an ‘Are you serious?’ look.

#grief process #dead parents #vent #personal