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Tag Archives: grief
I wrote the following post on the 6th anniversary of my mother’s death. Now, it’s more than 6 years later, tonight being the 13th anniversary of when her tumour was found. I’ve been meaning to post this writing here for years, but dragging it up is, well, heavy. Tonight, I’m more bothered by loss than I have [...]
I sold a sewing machine last night, for far less than I’d wanted to, and found myself ever so emotional after the fact. I remember the day my mother bought that 1917 Singer (Model 027) oak-cabinet sewing machine, some 30 years ago. We’d had a yard sale, with my parents constantly on their “reduce the clutter [...]
I had an interesting Twitter debate this morning after someone spoke of a Starbucks kid who screwed his store over by twice not showing up as the “keyholder” to open the shop. The debate came from completely different perspectives — I’m getting on in my 30s, spent 15 years in retail, dreamed of a better day [...]
The whole 9/11 thing is feeling weird. Reminds me of when five years had passed since my mother’s death. Has it really been so long? Boy, was that all it was? Five years? Grief gets weird when you live with it for a long time and then — poof — it just vanishes, like. Guilt can [...]
Do you ever have those days when something hits you and you begin to think that, this day, for whatever reason, will come to be an important one in some grand scheme of things? I’m having one of those days. I feel like it’s a day on which my mindset’s going to shift in a [...]
Oy vey. Here’s a doozy. The short of this reader’s question is: “How much trouble is one guy worth?” The long of the question is, she’s your typical non-religious “Christian” whose religious extent is the putting up of a Christmas tree. It doesn’t matter much to her at all. She’s educated, though, and knows a little [...]