Grief Notes by Josephine Patrick
Something that crosses my mind; when I’m feeling really bereft; is that Seb didn’t love me enough to stick around. I wasn’t worth living for. This is a pit feeling, a real low. The rational part of me knows that this isn’t the case, that he didn’t choose to exit this way. Nevertheless I am […]
Continue ReadingDeath is actually all around. It is true and it is uncomfortable. It feels so contrary to what is actually going on in our house. LP is watching The Loud House and I’ve got dance music pouring out of the kitchen speaker. The kitchen is a tip and it is all my doing. I’m at it again- […]
Continue ReadingIt is well. Well, is it? Can it be? I mostly forgot what it feels like to be part of the pandemic when Seb died. What took over was far bigger for us. An inconvenience in the tragedy. I didn’t get to have a significant final conversation with him, to close the book. We got […]
Continue ReadingI am missing the way that things just happen by chance. There is nothing unplanned about the encounters I have now. That we have. If you have bumped into someone recently; I envy you. Almost everything I do is constructed by me and with that comes the accountability I feel for it all. In days […]
Continue ReadingI am talking to my plants in silence. They don’t need to hear my voice. They tell me that they can’t all bloom at once. There are not latent, they are working. Under the soil. They don’t have anything to prove. I trust their actions, they know what they are about. I have trodden on […]
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