6-25 Eight Weeks

Eight weeks ago, I kissed Jason for the last time.  Eight weeks ago, I heard Jason laugh for the last time.  Eight weeks ago, I woke up next to Jason for the last time. Eight weeks ago the center of my world dropped away. Eight weeks isn’t very long.  It isn’t long enough to break…

6-21 Physical Effects of Grief (And an update on my health)

When I write these blog posts, I know I am writing to people in my community now.  But I also hope I am writing to someone in some future time who is looking for stories – real, honest stories – of grief so they can process their own.  I keep thinking about that as I…

6-14 Anniversaries

Marriage in Vanuatu is done in 3 (main) parts: the spiritual/personal, the legal, and the kastom or community acknowledgement. We didn’t know that before we left for the Peace Corps, but that’s pretty much what Jason and I did. We signed some papers for the legal piece, and talked through our own personal piece. Then…

6-8 Death Certificates

Today I read Jason’s death certificate.  I put the paper on the table in front of me and read it through, line by line, including the Great Seal of Minnesota.  There isn’t a lot there to read.  It’s just line after dry, factual line, summarizing a life based on his major relationships, and at the…

6-7 Scum of the Earth

**Warning adult language ahead**   This is going to be short and a bit of a call to action, both specifically and generally.  There aren’t a lot of feels here, so you don’t need the tissue box. Last week, a friend brought to my, and the larger community’s, attention that Jason’s name and image were…