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Tag Archives: Death
Day 1 of the mooch life
OK, that’s not entirely true. I’ve got my severance package until October. But not having a job to go to is weird. I imagine this is what retirement is like — minus the Social Security checks. Among other things, I … Continue reading
Wish you were here, Dad — and Mom
Been thinking about Dad a lot these past few weeks, which is probably not surprising. Over the last year and a half, since Mom died, I focused on his many illnesses and what he needed. Now that he’s gone, I … Continue reading
Goodbye, Dad
We buried Dad today. It was a Catholic funeral, but I haven’t been practicing in quite some time. What got me was the military honors. We had them in the chapel, since the ground was soggy from the snow and … Continue reading
One day down and no one else has died
But casket shopping is some freaky shit, y’all. I know they’re just boxes for storing dead people, and there are no dead people in them in the showroom, but there’s something not right about touring a room full of them … Continue reading
Regrets, he had a few, but too few to mention
My Dad loved Frank Sinatra. Sometimes he would hole himself up in the room downstairs listening to his music and cry. I pretended not to notice he was crying. It would have just embarrassed him. Dad passed away at 5:10 … Continue reading
Rest in peace, Marion
Devon’s grandmother passed away today after a long struggle with breast cancer. I knew her just under three years, but she made an impression. For our wedding party in her garden, she wore a floor-length ballgown with a matching wrap … Continue reading
So, wassup with Worgen Death Knights?
If you don’t play World of Warcraft, this post will make less sense than usual. Here, go watch this video about rainbows. For those of you who remain, I have a question: WTF is up with Worgen Death Knights? Seriously, … Continue reading
I am less nurturing than a death camp
Because plants survive even in death camps, but not in my apartment. Remember those self-watering planters Devon made awhile back? Well, the thyme started to die almost immediately. The basil lasted a little longer — until we went to Colorado … Continue reading
I write to dead people
Keeping a journal always seemed like such a good idea. I had fantasies of people hundreds of years in the future finding something profoundly meaningful in what I felt about homework. I started my first one when I was 6, … Continue reading
DIAF, Westboro Baptist Church
OK, so we’ve never been friends. It’s not like I’m uninviting you to my birthday party. But I can’t think of anyone who needs to die in a fire more than you. You are getting a hearing before the Supreme … Continue reading
