My phone autocorrects “live” to “love.” It’s been doing it for months. At first, I thought it was funny, and kind of philosophically sweet. And then I thought it was annoying. And now, I think it is appropriate. It’s been a month since Jason died. Between the head injury and the grief, the details of…
Month: May 2017
5-23 Grief
I wish I could dissolve in grief. I wish I could lose the voices in my head that tell me to get up, blow your nose, take deep breaths, one foot in front of the other, keep going. I wish I would dissolve into nothing but tears and sorrow and grief and cease to be…
5-19 Surreal, Catastrophic, and other vocabulary words
I’ve re-read Jason’s obituary dozens of times. I wrote the damn thing, yet I still read it and reread, as if that will somehow make me understand that this is real. As if somehow I can make myself comprehend that this is real forever, and it will never change. Jason will never come home. He’s…
5-16 Injury details
For those who are squeamish, you may not want the rest of these details. I’m not going to get super graphic, but I am going to spell out what happened to me and Jason and where my body is at now. I have exactly one split-second memory of the accident, so the next few things…