I have a hole where my stomach should be when reading this. Grief is such a mother*cker. "celebrate their life," people say. Maybe, but not at this exact moment. This is the moment for Parliament's and maybe a meeting, so you do not back-slide and find yourself in the same place.
The person I loved and lost lived in a parallel universe to your Los Angeles of the 90's/00, in a house full of skaters, pot, and grunge: https://www.facebook.com/ataleoftwohousesdoc/
she would have thought you were pretty f*cking cool. your essays are a delightful small distraction. thank you.
I just published an article today on my Substack with the title "Grief Is A Motherfucker" about flying back to NYC from LA a day before the 3rd anniversary of my husband's death. It sounds like you lost someone very dear to you. The real mind fuck are the secondary losses that sneak up on you. My husband used to do all the cooking, he loved it. Me, not so much. Almost every time I make dinner I miss how he used to take care of me that way. It sucks.
I have a hole where my stomach should be when reading this. Grief is such a mother*cker. "celebrate their life," people say. Maybe, but not at this exact moment. This is the moment for Parliament's and maybe a meeting, so you do not back-slide and find yourself in the same place.
The person I loved and lost lived in a parallel universe to your Los Angeles of the 90's/00, in a house full of skaters, pot, and grunge: https://www.facebook.com/ataleoftwohousesdoc/
she would have thought you were pretty f*cking cool. your essays are a delightful small distraction. thank you.
Sending you so much love, Chris ❤️
I just published an article today on my Substack with the title "Grief Is A Motherfucker" about flying back to NYC from LA a day before the 3rd anniversary of my husband's death. It sounds like you lost someone very dear to you. The real mind fuck are the secondary losses that sneak up on you. My husband used to do all the cooking, he loved it. Me, not so much. Almost every time I make dinner I miss how he used to take care of me that way. It sucks.
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