tell me the difference between bliss and oblivion. go on.
Category: Grief
“I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be.”
― Miriam Toews, quote from A Complicated Kindness
Time flies.
Life just keeps on moving along. Cancer still sucks. Mom is still fighting/surving/living/loving. Currently I’m sitting outside watching the sunset; which is my favorite, right after the sunrise.
Usually we run on Saturday mornings but we decided to shake things up and run on Sunday morning this week so it’s wine on Friday night, which is a little different.
Someone on my Twitter feed posted earlier that there was so much hate and that it is so hard to love. But there’s also so much love and I keep trying to remember that.
Coming and Going
Somehow I can always sleep on the flight ‘to’ somewhere, but hardly ever on the flight back home. I meant to blog from Florida, but we see how well that went, heh. There is just too much other stuff to do, and I spent any time online trying to do some bits of work. Anyway, not sorry.
Florida was lovely. Mom and I went shopping – like shoes and clothes and housewares and ooh look at this stuff on clearance shopping. It was fantastic. And we also watched the Minions movie together. And we solved a bunch of sodukos together and we are out and ate in and visited my granny and ran out of time for all the stuff we wanted to do. But I’m scheduling my next trip already which makes it a tiny bit less painful to go.
And Melanie came! And we had fancy beach view brunch with mom and she got to meet more of my family and everyone just adores her which makes me so happy. After being BFF for such a long time, and not even meeting til like year 12, it’s been nice to see her twice in the past year.
I said on Instagram this morning “No matter which direction I’m going, I always hate to leave.” But that also means that no matter which direction I’m going, I love coming back.
Blackstar
I mean to post, and then I don’t. Sharing is strange because I used to share so much that I forget I don’t actually share that much anymore.
I’ve had a couple of really good runs lately, which I’m incredible grateful for.
Today, along with the rest of the world, I learned of David Bowie’s passing and it hurt my heart. If David fucking Bowie can’t beat cancer what chance do the rest of us have?
But I listened to Blackstar while I ran today and while I felt sad I also felt comforted.
We come and we stay a while and we join the stars and we live on in the hearts of those that loved us.
And that’s not so bad, really. Right?
