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May 20, 2012 03:52

I wrote this on April 9th, 2012, and it is important enough to be shared, I think ( Read more... )

love, death, my writing

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thecatinthetree May 20 2012, 09:15:23 UTC
When my mum died, my Dad was big on throwing everything; and so I kept as much ephemera as I could spirit away to my own room. Bits of it went slowly, clothes that no-longer smelled of her or fitted me, but i've kept bits of it. I still wear some of her rings every day, to the extent that i've got deep dents in my fingers where they sit. Death is weird.

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bethofalltrades June 30 2012, 00:23:44 UTC
It's so weird. Time is weird too. It changes things and people so slightly, but then one day you look at a photo and you realize you've been remembering your grandmother wrong. (Or I do, at least. She had brown eyes? I swear they were green.)

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bethofalltrades June 30 2012, 00:21:48 UTC
Thank you for reading it. Maybe it's true what they say, and the Internet really is forever. (Until the zombies come, at least.)

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indigo_spice May 20 2012, 18:42:03 UTC
There are worse things than dying by a freak Nutella truck accident. Great, essay, Beth. Nice to see your words again.

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bethofalltrades June 30 2012, 00:24:16 UTC
Thank you. I'm trying to get back in the habit.

BRING ON THE NUTELLA. When I'm 90.

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devotdsatellite May 20 2012, 22:34:06 UTC
i know there are many states that wouldnt recognize. you may want to look into drawing up power of attorney documents for each other, which stupid bigots cant circumvent

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bethofalltrades June 30 2012, 00:21:04 UTC
Very wise. I admit, it's something we've put off, but I'm going to stop putting it off.

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kylecassidy May 21 2012, 03:21:58 UTC
i'm glad you're looking for the things and finding the things and keeping someone's memory alive if just for a little bit.

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bethofalltrades June 30 2012, 00:22:31 UTC
I do what I can. I hope it's enough.

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