My sweet soul cat would have been 19 years old today. I miss her every day.
I always celebrated our birthdays together, since they’re just a few days apart. This year feels weird.
Love you forever, baby girl. Happy Birthday.
My sweet soul cat would have been 19 years old today. I miss her every day.
I always celebrated our birthdays together, since they’re just a few days apart. This year feels weird.
Love you forever, baby girl. Happy Birthday.
If you are in the Palm Desert area on March 28, please consider coming to the Joslyn Center where I'll be talking about #Alzheimer's: #Grief, #Guilt, #Memory, and #love. I will discuss the many years it took to get the diagnosis of early-onset Alzheimer's, his suffering, our pain, what I wish I knew when he was sick, & the importance of sharing our experiences.
When my Ghost Mom died back in 2001, I was back at work in a week.
WTF.
I mean, yeah. I was terrible at my job, emotionally unstable, and would burst into tears while doing expenses, but I was *there*, you know?
Youth, man. The elasticity and pure jankery of youth.
Now, at 55, ~3 weeks after Ghost Dad died, I can barely muster the energy to open my inbox. Scrolling through Slack yesterday gave me a panic attack.
I just want to scream Fuck off! to everyone.
People speak of fog
Grief settles akin to mist
Encompassing soul
#ParentalLoss #Grief #DadsLump
I wrote Dad's story (while my sister listened in and added slight -- less fun -- adjustments) yesterday.
I hate the obituaries that are just a bland litany of dates. I wanted to give a sense of the kind of man my dad was. His spiciness peeks through.
In the end, I think we did pretty good.
https://www.weremember.com/john-edwin-coleman/5x7d/memories?utm_campaign=memorial_share
Soon after joining Mastodon, life became unnavigable, then my eldest daughter died. Life kept on, but took all energy to stay present for others. Over past 2 yrs, I turned to Mastodon to take in info,escape , comfort. Though I haven’t posted as was tending to grief, I am grateful for the kind folks here.
Daughter’s house is now sold with hope to breathe new life into its aching bones. She is with me always, in Boundless Love, but grief is lifting. Thank you. #ActuallyAutistic #grief #kindness
Really lovely article in the New Yorker today about the power of art and community in a small town
I wrote a retrospective of my time playing Eternal Sonata with my sons when they were young, and about how my own son's death happened while he was listening to music. I take a lot of solace in that knowledge. Music, and video games, are so important.
The character limit on Mastodon isn’t enough to share these stories about my mother, who died five years ago on this date.
https://www.instagram.com/p/DFVONV3xq2h/?img_index=3&igsh=ODdiNTM3em1pdWNi
Hi there! I’m #NewHere and here's my #introduction.
I’m a visual artist and #analog #photographer I work in #theatre as a #stagetechnician #stagehand
I teach #yoga and #meditation
I’m a #deathdoula meaning I accompany people at the end of their life and I also provide #grief support.
I’m a #French gal established in Canada since 2016. Moving soon to #Vancouver.
My other interests are : #surf #books #antifascist #buddhism #community #care #music #diy #davidlynch #polaroid
Cheers ! ️
As time goes on I have learned to embrace my #emotions a lot more. I used to hide from them, run, do anything but actually think through them.
I suffered, and I am glad I can now, and actually #reflect even if it's painful.
One I still struggle with is #grief especially. The three most precious people in my #memories are gone, and I'm still here.
Everything I do, I do for them.
When I see them again, I'll have #stories to tell about the things they wanted to do but couldn't.
From interactive funeral experiences to digital chatbots of the deceased, technology is blurring the line between life and afterlife. Marketing professors weigh in on the implications for #grief, memory, and immortality: https://theconversation.com/logging-off-life-but-living-on-how-ai-is-redefining-death-memory-and-immortality-246306 #AI #death #estateplanning
#Love to #LA. “Embrace” (2020), #watercolor on paper, a self #portrait by Fei Ewald (Los Angeles, #California) in my #zine, LAMINATOR Vol. 1.
Fei is a Singaporean-American #artist creating with anything she can get her hands on, literally. Working through #grief and #loss, she learned to entangle her #memories with the tangible world by weaving, printmaking, and #painting. While her practice still invokes the past, her present focus is the #joy of working with accessible, everyday materials.