It’s hard to escape the images of stricken, suffering Syrian families awaiting safe passage to…well, anywhere, really. (12.2 million Syrians- 5.6 million of whom are children. Million.) And I get it: there are so many people facing so much awful right now, you might be having trouble processing who (or where) gets top billing in the brain game called grief/rage/anxiety/rinse/repeat. And that’s okay. That’s legit. What’s not legit, however, is sitting quietly by while innocent victims are denied basic human rights {Read More}
Remember to remember this one.
October 26, 2015 By 2 Comments
Every now and again I have a moment of clarity. “Remember this,” I tell myself. And when it’s unaccompanied by pangs of guilt or failure over moments that I’ve already forgotten to remember, that’s when I’m inspired to write it down. So I’m writing it down. I rocked Jasper to half-sleep just now, right before his midday nap. And instead of letting my mind wander towards things I need to do, things I need to want to do, or any {Read More}
Six months later. (A Dad recap.)
October 1, 2015 By 5 Comments
My Dad, my first hero, died six months ago yesterday. Six months. At times, it’s felt like a blur. At others, it’s been an exercise in holding my breath, bracing for the pain, working out the cramps when I can. Sometimes I click on his Spotify icon, just to see if “daveflynn425” has listened to anything of note lately. To see if maybe there’s any record of those daily playlists we listened to during his chemo and hospice time. Like {Read More}
Grief. And Other Things I Can’t Control.
February 5, 2015 By 24 Comments
I am by no means a grief expert. I am by no means an anything expert. Except for mid-50s to mid-90s rock trivia. In that scenario, I’ve practically got a PhD. Which is not as frequently helpful as you might suspect. And even in terms of emotions, I’m okay at that. (P.J. would probably say that I’m exceptional at that. “Emotions.” As in “having them loudly.” “A lot.”) But working through them in functional ways that make linear sense? Yeah, {Read More}
