A Pizza Slice Of Kindness
How can any one of us possibly measure what pain means to another? Who can truly determine which problems are bigger than others?
How can any one of us possibly measure what pain means to another? Who can truly determine which problems are bigger than others?
I would like this read after I die if there is anybody to listen. A life was changedMany things were brokenListsRulesExpectationsDreamsRelationshipsStatus quo Many languages spokenAnd learntAnd builtWith grammarsThat bore plurals for things that hadn’t beforeRealitiesLovesBodiesStates of being And in endingYet another rule brokenAnother grammar rebuiltWhen I sayLife is endingBut I…
I started this year facing up to something I have feared all my life – the word GOODBYE.
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Trigger warnings: Death, Abuse
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Yesterday was the condolence function that culminates the grieving period. This is the eulogy I wrote for my grandmother.
How do you find the will to go on, as an unbeliever faced with death? I struggled at my grandmother’s funeral.
I’m feeling the pain of being born. It’s as painful as I’m told death will be.
She blogged. She tweeted. That’s how I know her. She liked reading. She liked sharing. Many XXFactored links came from her. She was still a girl. She was almost a woman. She was both. And she was discovering her ideas about womanhood & relationships. She had ambitions like everyone else….