Robert Brault (via cesttoujourslamemehistoire)
Oy. So relevant.
(via rartastic)along those lines, someone may recently have told someone, I’m the best thing that never happened to you
phone call achievement unlocked: talked to George at the storage joint about clearing out the second and last crate of my mother’s things. George, who was so kind when she moved from the house to the apartment, who’d helped her through moves at PBS where she’d worked and worked.
pitman street people have been planning a yard sale since March. god help me. the things, all the things in a big crate.
time to decide: stay, go, sell, give, burn. keep.
you come, too. can’t speak for my neighbors, but if it’s my stuff and you like it, you can have it.
not so much about letting go as about letting go.
one step, one step
a year ago today
[found at my mother’s apartment. a wallet that was likely given to my father, but never used, wallet-sized scraps and pieces of his life, including small studio snaps of small versions of my brother and me.
I’m told my dad loved me and I believe he did. I believe I loved him, too.
at the end of the day I think we did the best we could do.]
My life in 6 minutes or less.
reason to live another day
my dad once told me I’d be a good looking broad if I’d (only) take care of myself
my arms too old and full to carry that grudge, or others.
and to hold on to what he may have thought was the best he could do
I don’t know
it’s never not complicated. almost
this can’t be who we are
good for you.
you tell him. her. whoever, whatever horrible selfish keyboard punching asshole
I’m so sorry this came to you.
we’re with you. this once it feels safe to speak for many
holding you and him in my heart
yes, I’m sad. my people are dead. I grieve slowly
he leaves. he always leaves.
this may be why we can’t have nice things
joy is hard