Have been really feeling the weight of my own dead this past year or so, but even more so this week, now that a decade's long friend has migrated to their ranks, and multiple fresh, conflicting feelings about their passing and the circumstances surrounding it.
I am unambiguously glad to read this post and hear some of your thoughts, just as I was very pleased (and much relieved) to read your last newsletter, as dark as it was. I remain always grateful to read any of your thoughts, no matter the topic.
Also feeling the weight of the season as I do this time every year, but for the opposite reason that so many folks in the Northern Hemisphere do: Here in Western Australia the problem is far, far too much heat and light (especially the UV portions of it for this pale redheaded nerd), and not nearly enough change in it for my pluviophilic and ceraunophilic self. Just four to five months on end of hot, dry and sunny days.
As for your lost 'maybe one day' friend? If you feel their lack, then they are one of your lost, no matter what the future may or may not have become. Nobody gets to tell you they weren't close enough for you to grieve their passing. Not even that nasty, vicious little whisper that lurks in the back of your head and only comes out to stab you when your guard is down, but always missing when you are ready for it. Cowardly, nasty little hobbitses!
All the love and gods, but I wish I could send you some of our warmth and sunlight!
*sends all the love, empathies and hugs*
Have been really feeling the weight of my own dead this past year or so, but even more so this week, now that a decade's long friend has migrated to their ranks, and multiple fresh, conflicting feelings about their passing and the circumstances surrounding it.
I am unambiguously glad to read this post and hear some of your thoughts, just as I was very pleased (and much relieved) to read your last newsletter, as dark as it was. I remain always grateful to read any of your thoughts, no matter the topic.
Also feeling the weight of the season as I do this time every year, but for the opposite reason that so many folks in the Northern Hemisphere do: Here in Western Australia the problem is far, far too much heat and light (especially the UV portions of it for this pale redheaded nerd), and not nearly enough change in it for my pluviophilic and ceraunophilic self. Just four to five months on end of hot, dry and sunny days.
As for your lost 'maybe one day' friend? If you feel their lack, then they are one of your lost, no matter what the future may or may not have become. Nobody gets to tell you they weren't close enough for you to grieve their passing. Not even that nasty, vicious little whisper that lurks in the back of your head and only comes out to stab you when your guard is down, but always missing when you are ready for it. Cowardly, nasty little hobbitses!
All the love and gods, but I wish I could send you some of our warmth and sunlight!
This was so beautiful.
That was so lovely.
Oh, this is so beautiful it hurts.