grief
Grief is the Thing with Feathers. Max Porter.
The recent death of your wife has made you a single father, so you turn to a crow for help, but the crow’s advice is hard to follow.
4 of 5 library cats 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛.
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Juliette died last night. She was 13.
In June I posted a photo of her in a yellow unicorn party hat and called it her "second" birthday. A year before that I had spent a weekend doing some kind of CPR on her and writing her heart rate down every 30 minutes, certain she would not see Monday.
She saw fourteen more months. She walked, she ate, she ran around the flat like nothing had happened.
That post: https://dol.social/@dima/116782367532858418
Thank you to everyone who wrote something kind under it. I went back and read all of it again today.
This photo is from a boat on Lake Lucerne. A third of her life she spent here in Switzerland, and on every walk it was obvious who was walking whom.
She always got her way. She never backed down from anything, not once, not until yesterday.
❤️
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Rated The Invitation 6/10
What ever happened to Claire?
Rated A Quiet Place Part II 5/10
It's enjoyable but mostly forgettable. We do learn some new things about the creatures and I'm encouraged by what I'm seeing of the world-building especially where other people are concerned, but this needed to do more and with quicker pacing. It's great that it has something to say about young people and maturation but it doesn't do nearly enough to carry on the character development that was EXACTINGLY earned in the first film. A movie where Emily Blunt goes on to find her daughter and leaves the strange man to take care of her son and baby would've been a lot more interesting to me, but I also understand how that presents the potential for discontinuity. It is passable and holds things together, which is more than most sequels can so, so I really hope Part III builds on and expands the stakes. Give us more direct conflicts with and between humans, PLEASE.
Everywhere she dies. Everywhere I go she dies.
No sunrise, no city square, no lurking beautiful mountain
but has her death in it.
—Norman MacCaig, “Memorial”
from THE POEMS OF NORMAN MacCAIG (Birlinn, 2009)
Today, 30 August, is Grief Awareness Day
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A year ago today, September 5, began a long decline in my life. My brother was found after lying on his floor for three days following a suicide attempt. Weeks of hospitals and difficult decisions followed, then his death, and a few months later, my dad’s.
I’m not spending today reliving it, but I’m painfully aware of everything set in motion on this date and how much life changed in the year that followed.
I’m not “all better.” But this morning my Apple Watch told me my resting heart rate has been lower for 22 days — almost exactly how long I’ve been home after two months in Michigan.
Maybe my body knows something I’m only beginning to recognize. I’m still here, moving forward. September 5 marks where that year began. It doesn’t define the year ahead.
I took this along Virginia’s Blue Ridge Parkway a couple of years ago. Today, the light breaking through the clouds feels especially fitting — a reminder that even after the darkest stretches, light finds its way in.
