It's been over 3 months and I still don't know what to say when someone asks what's up with me. It always feels so melodramatic to tell people my father died, but it is the biggest thing that happened to me this year ( Read more... )

Spending so much time at my parents' house meant I saw my father declining up close. In the 9 months since Lexan's birth, I watched my dad go from mostly alert, except in the evenings or when he was having a bad day, to never having good days. He'd complain of dizziness in a way that got terribly dramatic by my last visit. I told my siblings to ( Read more... )

If you read the comments on my mourning post nearly a year ago, you'd've seen one from smtigger. Which surprised me as much as anyone: I think I'd forgotten she had a LiveJournal account, let alone was still reading. And it was perfect that she replied, since she was someone I'd been thinking about in that post, which was mostly about my cousin dying of ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago, in one of my periodic refusals to go to bed, I read the journal of someone I've lost touch with, and discovered she'd suffered a terrible loss several months ago. I no longer know what's up with her on a regular basis, mostly because I find her way of thinking too eccentric to mine and because some of her recent successes remind me ( Read more... )