HaldeCrate
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Dear Timmy Sean; yesterday was your birthday
Dear Tim; Yesterday was your birthday. I wanted to write something (I wanted to acknowledge your birthday and send a love letter to your family) but also I didn’t (it was recently disclosed to me that I focus too much on dates and anniversaries and bad days*) but also this year I wanted to write
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Books and rings and other things
First off, boy howdy did I have to dig down into my photo archive to find the featured image. More on it in a second. The other thing is that now I remember why, last time I was trying to micro-blog on the daily, I wound up just giving posts the title of the day.
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Begin as you mean to go on
New Year, same old me. Still kind of sick – not as bad as it was, say, two weeks ago, but I’m still coughing and sniffling and I’m getting tired after doing just a few social things. Today, New Year’s Day brunch at Aunt Gay and Uncle Joe’s house, I came home and I just
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Why do I write these? Who do I write them for?
Dear Tim; Why do I write these posts about grief and loss and death and healing? Why do I write, so openly, about what I went through while you were dying, about what I went through the first year, about what I’m going through now (side note: how has it only been just under two
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One year, eight months, 16 days
I’ve been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way people tell you how old their babies are (and what’s with that month thing, anyway? Don’t answer, I don’t care, it’s weird). Roughly 620 days. If you haven’t ever had
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Dear Tim; who were you, even?
CW: grief, confusion, anger, you know, all that stuff that comes with death of a spouse and being a widow. Dear Tim; Sometimes I wonder… who were you? What were you struggling with that I didn’t even know about? Because the last couple of weeks I’ve been trying to do an hour a day on
