Thoughts on my grandmothers passing
Slowness in the grief.
No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you'd had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were... See more
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“All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, what valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory-what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a... See more
There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
David Eagleman • Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
who will tell her story?
Being human is not hard because you're doing it wrong, it's hard because you're doing it right. You will never change the fact that being human is hard, so you must change your idea that it was ever supposed to be easy
Glennon Doyle • Untamed by Glennon Doyle
Or perhaps a reminder that the pain is a little less vivid with each passing day?
This is a statement that clearly states what it feels,
People said it would get better with time, but the guilt that rest between time and better is eating at me. I cry less, well not much at all. How quickly the vividness of your passing has left me, or maybe reality wont fully allow for it
It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this... See more
Jennifer Senior • It’s Your Friends Who Break Your Heart
Yeah there is a nana size hole
