It's Thursday, but I'm still thinking about last weekend. Last weekend I was in Portland for JayWake, jaylake's pre-mortem wake, the gravity of which was defused somewhat by his recent good news, about which we are all pleased
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I think this is a wonderful post, and I'm glad you went and had as great a time as you could. Part of me wishes I could have been there. (And I would have loved to pick up a copy of the book that was on sale at the event.)
"I've been acquainted with death since I was 11. It knocks at my door regularly; it's been knocking with more frequency over the last couple of years, and has taken some of the most important people in my life. If I sit in a coffin with joy and laughter, it has no power over me."
This entry is brilliant and right in a way that is hard for me to articulate. You know my history. With that in mind, may I say your last two paragraphs resonated loudly. I'm glad you were able to share these moments with those you love.
I am glad that the event was good for you, and that it gave you a way to deal with some of the complex emotions about losing people. Lovely post, my dear. As others have said before me. :)
Thanks for posting this. The Jaywake butts right up against our unwillingness to face death (I know I would have been intensely uncomfortable, but I would have loved to have been there).
You are so right, Janna! That picture in the coffin says exactly what JayWake meant to me also. I'm so glad you stayed for the whole thing and found the joy in it.
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"I've been acquainted with death since I was 11. It knocks at my door regularly; it's been knocking with more frequency over the last couple of years, and has taken some of the most important people in my life. If I sit in a coffin with joy and laughter, it has no power over me."
Indeed.
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