February 2012
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lucy's dad
it’s your birthday?
huge best wishes. and cake. of course. there might be, there should be.
happy birthday, josh
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we pitched a tent at night: v-formation →
summersumz:
mkimarnold:
In sleep, I clench my jaw so tightly that by morning I ache. I wake early. I consider rising from the soft cocoon of my bed, starting the day with a walk in the brisk morning air, but decide instead to lie awake, let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
I remember anxious dreams – appointments…
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grief
http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1996-03-31/entertainment/9603310024_1_bereavement-counselor-pioneers-grief
talks a bit about how we lose our ways and look at our shoes
how we don’t believe in our own ability to be present to one another
those who grieve appreciate that there are no words, there are all the words.
there is quiche, there are flowers.
there are all the words.
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something
along the lines of this: don’t ever ever be afraid that I won’t know you and love you.
- my mom, sometime in the small small hours, during one of those evenings that become confused and confusing, that I lie in bed beside her. I answer some questions more than once. she knows I know that she doesn’t know and it shatters my heart.
trying to imagine seeing, coming to accept, to...
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in between
fifteen years ago today, I began working in this particular place
today, a series of meetings, caregiver late to mom’s setting off the late for everything else sense of not quite there, not quite here; teaching at 3, not knowing yet who’s decided to stay in the class, join it today, or what or what.
at sixes and sevens, and sad.
no time to read all of you yet. tonight, maybe, or...
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January 2012
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