I am in here.
I have poured out the vodka and not had it or beer or wine in the past three days. I have decided that all that contributes to the depression. Haven’t mentioned the depression yet, have I? To me, it’s rather like a fish forgetting to mention water… the medium in which it lives. Soon I’ll … Continue reading A fable.
from Quotation Search – Quote Search – The Quotations Page Grief is the agony of an instant, the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life. — Benjamin Disraeli
Grief is starting to manifest itself in my life as a tendency to self-destructive behavior. I was not self-destructive when Dad died. With Mom dying, though, the grief is so different. Subterranean. Desires to escape — the vodka, the imaginary mudding worlds. And it’s so hard to be in this world, literally: the deep snow … Continue reading Grief
I don’t have a lot of knowledge of my mother’s family. Oh sure, the basics: her sisters (3, and she was the youngest, by 20 minutes) and my resultant uncles and cousins, her parents’ names (I had to give those for the death certificate – did you know that the funeral home issues that?). But … Continue reading We are our stories.
white pebble 