Quick Life Update:
Hi, everyone. I want to apologize for all the comments I’ve let build up over the past few days. As some of you may know, my grandma has been very ill the past several months. She passed away two days ago. It was not an easy battle for her, and the last few days of her life were quite brutal.
I keep thinking about that odd “widowhood effect,” that says elderly couples are 30-90% more likely to die within the first 6 months of their significant other’s passing. It was definitely true in her case. My grandpa passed away just last January.
I’m holding up well though. Been coping by listening to a lot of music, and I’m really looking forward to the new Fleet Foxes album on June 16th.
Most of my thoughts are now with a close friend of mine who recently found out she has cancer. I think she will be okay. I have a good feeling.
Since I’ve long considered myself a person who “bruises easier, tires faster, cries quicker, and remembers longer,” as the great Ray Bradbury would say, I’m making it a point to not dwell for too long. It’s very easy for me to get caught up in sadness and forget how much time is passing around me.
Which brings me to the main point of this update….
I don’t wanna let any of you down, so I’ve decided I’ll be sticking to a publishing schedule. New blog posts will go up every Friday starting the 16th. I won’t be posting this this week because the cremation service and funeral are this weekend. Hopefully this will make it easier for us all to keep in touch.
I think that does it for this update. I hope everyone is well. Don’t forget to tell people how you honestly feel. Like my younger sister said the other day, “I don’t really believe we are all here for any greater purpose than to spread love and happiness, and make the most of our time here.”
I will leave everyone with a poem that gave me a lot of comfort.
“Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.”
—Mary Elizabeth Frye