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Colleen died four years ago, at 04:30 Pacific time, so probably around the time I finish this post. It seems like a long time ago, or maybe just a few days. Or two moves. I'm surrounded by memories. Memorabilia. Every so often I'm struck by how many of my things have stories attached to them; many of them involving Colleen. To be expected -- we were together for half a century.

The world is very different from what it was four years ago, mostly not for the better; there are many things that I miss. And of course people. Too many people.

It's 1pm; we lit a candle for Colleen an hour ago, and toasted her memory, and talked for a bit. N found some purple flowers in the front planter to set in a bowl next to the candle. A candle makes a good focus for giving her a silent update. It's been a nice, quiet remembrance.

I'm going to post this, and sing a couple of songs. See whether I get through Eyes Like the Morning without falling apart.

Colleen, I will always love you.

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The grief support website Whats your Grief has a lot of good stuff on it, especially if you're a member of that exclusive club that nobody wants to join. Today's blog post there had a couple of good quotes on it:

[G]rief is not something we need to heal from. Rather, grief IS the healing.

...

CW: beautiful but maybe sad )

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Last week went by rather quickly -- I don't think it quite registered. Much of my headspace was taken up by GoingSideways.blog and related work in MakeStuff. I even got into flow a couple of times, which is always good. By the second one I had developed a workflow that's pretty painless, and probably about the best I can do given the need for select-and-paste from email and Google Photos. Which in turn is probably the best we can do given that Naomi is off in Africa with only her phone to work on.

I spent most of the rest of the week reading about various WordPress plugins and best practices. Or "as good as you can get" practices, given that WP is a monstrosity written in PHP.

Content warning: death and grieving )

Top link, under Friday, is how to make a high-performance air filter out of a box fan and four or five furnace filters. (A tip of the hat to siderea for that one.)

Notes & links, as usual )

mdlbear: blue fractal bear with text "since 2002" (Default)

So, it was a week. Nothing bad happened, and I was somewhat busier than usual, with actual writing projects. (Which I can't really say anything else about until they go live in a month or so. But still.) So I guess I Got Stuff Done, but it still didn't feel like a good week.

I miss Colleen. (This should surprise no-one, but it's not something I've been consciously thinking about recently.) Partly, I grieve for the many things we never got around to doing together. Probably worth a post later this week.

I never got around to watching the current episode of Foundation; now there are two in my queue. Not sure they're worth watching. Dune, on the other hand, has gotten good reviews.

Lots of links. I went down a rabbit hole to find a Git plugin for WordPress. VersionPress looked like the best of the lot, and it was abandoned over a year ago. All of the others were abandoned even earlier. Grumble. (One of the new projects involves WP.)

Notes & links, as usual )

mdlbear: (rose)

Here are some links to sites and pages that I've found helpful over the last three months.

Linguistic note: "widowed" is the past participle of the verb to widow, and is unambiguously non-binary. The verb in its present tense is also non-binary, but picks up a decided gender bias from the noun form. Also see widowed at Vocabulary.com.

Checklists:

Resource lists:

The 12 Weeks of Peace: A Free Online Bereavement Program at The Neptune Society: A weekly email "newsletter"; you can also get to all the installments via Week 1: Dealing With Grief. I recommend the Neptune Society in general, but their site is a little tricky to navigate if you want to avoid giving personal information. I can also recommend their 6-week Thinking Ahead email series for your own end-of-life planning.

River: Mom

2020-10-05 10:17 am
mdlbear: (rose)

My brother called me this morning to say that Mom had died. She would have been 100 years old on December 28th. I last spoke with her Saturday; I'm glad we had a chance to say our goodbyes.

I'm... I'll be okay. Hugs would be welcome.

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Today I am grateful, mostly in retrospect, for what is past,...

  • William Butler Yeats, who wrote the poem that provides the framework for this post.
  • Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
  • Bob Laurent, Chris Holosi, Naomi Pardue, and all the other filkers and friends who passed this year. I'm sure I'm leaving some out.
  • Abraham Savitzky, my father, who would have been appalled at what the country he fought for has become.

or passing,...

  • Lynn Savitzky, my mother, who may very well lose her final battle with cancer before her hundredth birthday in December.
  • The American system of government, with liberty and justice for all. It is currently hanging by a thread.
  • Knowing what we're up against. Knowing one's enemy is good.

...or to come. We'll have to wait to see whether the last phrase of that poem will be worth being thankful for. The first line may be more prophetic.

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This post is going to be rather disorganized, and probably a lot shorter than I expected it to be, but I think it will be mainly about grieving. I'm always somewhat weird around the edges this time of year.

My middle child, Amethyst Rose, was stillborn thirty years ago. I'm... okay? I'm still getting used to the idea that my oldest turned thirty-five this year, and that my youngest is the same age I was when I married Colleen. I didn't notice any hill, but this damned handbasket seems to be picking up speed regardless.

I think most of my grieving this month is for America, not Ame. (The coincidence is not intentional.) I need to write about that, too, because writing appears to be how I process grief. Writing prose poems, mostly, about a totally fictional but nonetheless comforting afterlife. A few songs.

So, how does it feel to be thirty, Ame?

//Let's get this straight -- you're asking a fictional character that you created what she feels like to have non-existed for the last thirty years?//

When you put it that way...

//Silly Bear. A little less real, I suppose, but it's still a comfortable kind of unreality. I'm glad I can still be around when you need me.//

//I like Curio, by the way. He's a good cat.//

He was. I'm glad you found each other. See you next year?

//Always, Daddy. I love you.//

So, yeah; guess I didn't have as much to say as I thought I would a week ago. Doesn't matter.

Still there in the twilight my Amethyst Rose
Will be blooming untarnished by tears. *

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