#obit.

[litafficionado]

Obit.(2016) dir. Vanessa Gould

[givegladtidingstothestrangers]

I just. Didn’t, couldn’t dream that the year would end this way. I miss you. I miss you in everything I see. Everything I do. I’m so sorry to you. That I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should have been. That I missed this. An apology only matters if the other person accepts it. But I say it again and again, that I’m sorry, that I am sorry, that I am so, so sorry. I have days where I’m okay. Where I live. But the fringes of the day are so lonely. Where I’m alone, but I could have been with you. I wish this had not been. I wish it could not be. How could such a kind, compassionate soul leave? How could such a man leave? No matter what language I whisper it in, no matter how loadly I cry to the heavens. No answer soothes the ache and weight. That you were in so much pain. I’ve been listening over the years as you mentioned another, and another, and yet another way of how you were trying to take care of yourself. My love, you tried so hard. How exhausted you must have been. You worked so, so hard.

When time feels like a fantasy and sleep doesn’t come. Your mum and your sister. Your sister. Your mum. Minho, Taemin, Kibum, Jinki. I think of the people whose lives were entwined with yours. The depth of their pain is an abyss that frightens me to shaking, to tears, to breath that doesn’t seem enough. You, who lived in my mind. You, who lived with them. Emotion has never been so frightening. Emotion has never been something I so badly do not want to explore.

What’s the point? If you’re not here? What’s the point, if the person whose advice and life views I’ve been taking isn’t here? Of course there is a point. I know. But I wanted to show you-

I wanted to tell you. About how you comforted and consoled me. I wanted to say thank you. For your advice, for your thoughts, for your ideas. For the laughter you brought to my eyes. For sharing. For being a fount of love without bounds. For trying, with all your strength, to be your truest self.

My love, my soul, my heart. My pride.

[gw-gdfour]

funny enough this was an image that I started with before those faces. Showing a face in partiality, with a halftone texture over it and merely text. the text would speak on behalf of the person that was to be partially shown. There could be an overlap/ layering of shapes and abstract imagery which was previously shown. 

[givegladtidingstothestrangers]

You left early. You pretty, pretty soul.

I have awoken with a sad and heavy heart. It is hard to breathe. It is, again, hard to believe. Pretty soul. Let us meet again, in forgiveness and mercy.

That is all I can do for you now. Sorry, sincerely, with all my heart, with every aching part of my soul. Thank you for all this time. Loving you, and knowing you, has been a precious gift that I won’t give away. A companion on a lonely journey only brings gladness. For shining, for sharing, for being a constant and available person with an overflowing outpour of goodness. For your warmth and love. For simply being. For trying so hard. Day by day.

It has, truly, been the most precious time. Kim Jonghyun, you pretty soul.

You have worked hard.

[whitetoque]

Former Alta. premier Don Getty dead at 82 - The Western Producer

Former Alta. premier Don Getty dead at 82 – The Western Producer

"Don Getty, Alberta’s 11th premier, died Feb. 26 in Edmonton. Getty was premier of Alberta from 1985–92. He was born in Quebec in 1933 and attended the University of Western Ontario, where he was active in football and basketball.

He moved to Alberta in 1955, where he played professional football with the Edmonton Eskimos for 10 years and helped lead the team to two Grey Cups.

He also worked for…

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