I love this, Jen. I mean, not the part about the people you love dying, of course, but the rawness of it. It makes me want to know about Gordy and your mom and how this bathroom thing turned out. I could see you expanding this into pages in a book. ❤️ I hope you at least got a toilet your ass fits on comfortably.
You are such a gifted writer. I mean I was laughing and crying at the same time. Especially the Home Depot part. I relive over and over exactly what I was doing while my dad was dying. It’s not helpful. And people do die. I too find it annoying that life goes on when tragic events happen. Why can’t time stop just for a moment? And why does it feel like the most mundane tasks feel that much more ridiculous? I’m sorry to hear about your mom and can understand your grief even though you felt like you were prepared for her death. If we love deeply we will feel loss deeply. xo
I love this, Jen. I mean, not the part about the people you love dying, of course, but the rawness of it. It makes me want to know about Gordy and your mom and how this bathroom thing turned out. I could see you expanding this into pages in a book. ❤️ I hope you at least got a toilet your ass fits on comfortably.
You are such a gifted writer. I mean I was laughing and crying at the same time. Especially the Home Depot part. I relive over and over exactly what I was doing while my dad was dying. It’s not helpful. And people do die. I too find it annoying that life goes on when tragic events happen. Why can’t time stop just for a moment? And why does it feel like the most mundane tasks feel that much more ridiculous? I’m sorry to hear about your mom and can understand your grief even though you felt like you were prepared for her death. If we love deeply we will feel loss deeply. xo