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This is a weird day. That seems an understatement. It would be a weird day even without living through a pandemic. For the obvious, this is the first birthday I’m not with you – both as in the first birthday you aren’t here alive next to me, but also the first birthday I’m not physically next to you at all because the pandemic means I’m not allowed to be by your grave. LIVING WITH DUPUYTREN’S CONTRACTURE I live with Dupuytren's contracture. It’s a disease that typically affects people a decade older than I am, and I showed signs of it almost 20 years ago. I'm 40. I shouldn't even show signs of it until a decade from now. So you'll understand how shit it is to show signs ofthis disease
FLAT EARTH “THEORY” AND THE POLE STARS CONUNDUM Flat Earth “Theory” And The Pole Stars Conundum. About a month ago, that titan of modern cosmology and philosophy, Rory Cooper ( Rorycoopervids ), decided to take on what is possibly the greatest proof possible for anybody unable to leave the surface of the Earth, that the Earth is a spheroid. We’ll call this “The Pole StarsConundrum”.
WORKING WITH THE CURVATURE OF A SPHERICAL EARTH mahraiziller says : February 21, 2016 at 5:08 am. Pythagoras can give you good approximations over short distances, but the main things to remember are that it falls apart over longer distances, and that flat Earthers routinely mistake the “drop” of the Earth away from you with the amount an object is “below” the horizon – as this article shows, they are 2 very different things. MJOLNIR | MAHRAI ZILLER Posts about Mjolnir written by mahraiziller. Having a conversation with my friend, Wolf (yes, that is his name – I’m not just getting high and talking to wild animals, pretending they are conversing with me, though I can understand why someone may think that given my relationship with my dog), we got on to the inevitable subject that all Marvel comics fans do at least several times a yearMAHRAI ZILLER
Grief is a part of the process of love. At its most difficult points it becomes a method of self-destruction – and everyone who encounters grief (so. everyone) does this to some extent. But what’s important is turning grief back into love – it’s sacrificing part of you to be a better person and make a better world. LIVING WITH DUPUYTREN’S CONTRACTURE I live with Dupuytren's contracture. It’s a disease that typically affects people a decade older than I am, and I showed signs of it almost 20 years ago. I'm 40. I shouldn't even show signs of it until a decade from now. So you'll understand how shit it is to show signs ofthis disease
FLAT EARTH “THEORY” AND THE POLE STARS CONUNDUM Flat Earth “Theory” And The Pole Stars Conundum. About a month ago, that titan of modern cosmology and philosophy, Rory Cooper ( Rorycoopervids ), decided to take on what is possibly the greatest proof possible for anybody unable to leave the surface of the Earth, that the Earth is a spheroid. We’ll call this “The Pole StarsConundrum”.
WORKING WITH THE CURVATURE OF A SPHERICAL EARTH mahraiziller says : February 21, 2016 at 5:08 am. Pythagoras can give you good approximations over short distances, but the main things to remember are that it falls apart over longer distances, and that flat Earthers routinely mistake the “drop” of the Earth away from you with the amount an object is “below” the horizon – as this article shows, they are 2 very different things. MJOLNIR | MAHRAI ZILLER Posts about Mjolnir written by mahraiziller. Having a conversation with my friend, Wolf (yes, that is his name – I’m not just getting high and talking to wild animals, pretending they are conversing with me, though I can understand why someone may think that given my relationship with my dog), we got on to the inevitable subject that all Marvel comics fans do at least several times a yearLOVE AND LOSS
This is a weird day. That seems an understatement. It would be a weird day even without living through a pandemic. For the obvious, this is the first birthday I’m not with you – both as in the first birthday you aren’t here alive next to me, but also the first birthday I’m not physicallyMAHRAI ZILLER
This is a weird day. That seems an understatement. It would be a weird day even without living through a pandemic. For the obvious, this is the first birthday I’m not with you – both as in the first birthday you aren’t here alive next to me, but also the first birthday I’m not physicallyDAILY GUANO
THE DAILY GUANO HUMAN BODY NOT DESIGNED FOR BREATHING, SAYS MEXICAN CHURCH Since proclaiming that the human body is not designed for homosexuality, earlier in the week, the Catholic webshite Desde la fe (Latin for “we’re a bunch of scientifically illiterate, out of date, bigoted fuckwits who frankly are past our use by date and HUMOUR – MAHRAI ZILLER THE DAILY GUANO “NOT HAVING CHILDREN IS SELFISH”, SAYS MAN WHO TOOK A VOW NEVER TO HAVE CHILDREN The entire planet was left agasp in a fit of irony, as Pope Francis – the head of the Catholic church, which requires all its clergy to take a vow of celibacy, and whohimself has taken
COMMENTS FOR MAHRAI ZILLER Integrated Sports events and campaigns have featured such superstars as Shaquille O†Neil, Terry Bradshaw, Deion Sanders, Victor Cruz, Jimmy Connors, Chris Evert, Billy Jean King, Rafa Nadal, Mia Hamm, Willie Mays, Don Mattingly, Brett Gardner, Henrik Lundquist, Derek Jeter, Kristaps Porzingis and many more! Long term, personal relationships with these celebrities enables our team to bring ABOUT ME | MAHRAI ZILLER About Me. No, that’s not me. Although I’m often almost as hairy and would give anything for the carefree attitude exhibited by my dog. I’m a traveler; ex-publican; amateur astronomer; worker in the festival world; tree planter; day dreamer; and someone attempting to GEOMETRY | MAHRAI ZILLER About a month ago, that titan of modern cosmology and philosophy, Rory Cooper (Rorycoopervids), decided to take on what is possibly the greatest proof possible for anybody unable to leave the surface of the Earth, that the Earth is a spheroid.We’ll call this “The Pole Stars Conundrum”.. Anybody able to use the photosensitive ganglion cells in their retinas, together with all the other THOR’S HAMMER EXPLAINED: MJOLNIR-CENTRISM! So, there we have it. Newton’s laws of motion seem to indicate that Mjolnir must occupy THE preferred reference frame in the universe, and since it must move the universe around itself, it therefore occupies (in the only way we could define it, I guess) its center.. Mjolnir-centrism. Somebody tell the Geocentrists they were right all along – they just have the wrong thing in the center ofON HOMELESSNESS
These are some of the biggest #HomelessIssues faced by homeless people in the uk. Share and spread the #HomelessAwareness! (This list is, sadly, not exhaustive. But whenever you spot an issue related here, please use the associated hashtag, so that we can get these issues trending and push them into the public consciousness. And if THE NON-FUTURE OF HOMELESSNESS Generations to come will not know homelessness. They will look back and read homeless stories like we read Dickens novels talking about children sweeping chimneys. This is my dream. “A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity EARTH | MAHRAI ZILLER I apologize right now for the horrendous amount of geometry involved in this post. Somebody recently asked me to check their work relating to the curvature of the Earth, which prompted me to make this post – not just in answer to them, but also because I’ve seen a lot of people talk about the curvature of the Earth, most of whom don’t really get the whole picture correct. JUNE | 2019 | MAHRAI ZILLER Every pro-homeless thing I post gets support from my friends, and I love you for it. Even 10 year’s ago it would be almost unthinkable to post pro-homeless things with MAY | 2015 | MAHRAI ZILLER 5 posts published by mahraiziller during May 2015. As polls came in thick and fast last night, showing a landslide victory for everyone who wasn’t a UKIP candidate, Nigel Far Right Farage laid into the entire media industry of the UK for it’s blatant left-wing bias in not pronouncing him the next Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.. After being laughed out of the counting hall, Mr Fat JUNE | 2016 | MAHRAI ZILLER THE DAILY GUANO The political right wing of the UK wins dramatic vote against the political right wing of the UK. Today, the electorate of the United Kingdom took part in a dramatic vote, favouring the right wing over the right wing. NIGEL FARAGE BLAMES LEFT-WING MEDIA FOR NOT ANNOUNCING HIS THE DAILY GUANO NIGEL FARAGE BLAMES THE UK'S BIASED LEFT-WING MEDIA FOR NOT ANNOUNCING HIS PARTY'S STUNNING ELECTION VICTORY As polls came in thick and fast last night, showing a landslide victory for everyone who wasn't a UKIP candidate, Nigel Far Right Farage laid into the entire media industry of the UK for it's blatantMAHRAI ZILLER
Grief is a part of the process of love. At its most difficult points it becomes a method of self-destruction – and everyone who encounters grief (so. everyone) does this to some extent. But what’s important is turning grief back into love – it’s sacrificing part of you to be a better person and make a better world. POLITICS | MAHRAI ZILLER Posts about politics written by mahraiziller. I wrote something on Facebook last week about an idea that I want to do, but probably won’t because I’m shit at organising, but I REALLY want to do, involving walking the length of the uk and sleeping rough to highlight homeless issues and campaign to end homelessness.INTEGRATED SPORTS
The arguments against integrating sports seem to come from the idea that all or some sports are solely strength based, and male physiology typically overpowers female physiology. Now, there’s a lot to unpack in that latter argument itself, but I’m yet to find any sport that is SOLELY strength based anyway. Literally all sports involve WORKING WITH THE CURVATURE OF A SPHERICAL EARTH mahraiziller says : February 21, 2016 at 5:08 am. Pythagoras can give you good approximations over short distances, but the main things to remember are that it falls apart over longer distances, and that flat Earthers routinely mistake the “drop” of the Earth away from you with the amount an object is “below” the horizon – as this article shows, they are 2 very different things.LOVE AND LOSS
This is a weird day. That seems an understatement. It would be a weird day even without living through a pandemic. For the obvious, this is the first birthday I’m not with you – both as in the first birthday you aren’t here alive next to me, but also the first birthday I’m not physicallyMAHRAI ZILLER
This is a weird day. That seems an understatement. It would be a weird day even without living through a pandemic. For the obvious, this is the first birthday I’m not with you – both as in the first birthday you aren’t here alive next to me, but also the first birthday I’m not physically HUMOUR – MAHRAI ZILLER THE DAILY GUANO “NOT HAVING CHILDREN IS SELFISH”, SAYS MAN WHO TOOK A VOW NEVER TO HAVE CHILDREN The entire planet was left agasp in a fit of irony, as Pope Francis – the head of the Catholic church, which requires all its clergy to take a vow of celibacy, and whohimself has taken
COMMENTS FOR MAHRAI ZILLER Integrated Sports events and campaigns have featured such superstars as Shaquille O†Neil, Terry Bradshaw, Deion Sanders, Victor Cruz, Jimmy Connors, Chris Evert, Billy Jean King, Rafa Nadal, Mia Hamm, Willie Mays, Don Mattingly, Brett Gardner, Henrik Lundquist, Derek Jeter, Kristaps Porzingis and many more! Long term, personal relationships with these celebrities enables our team to bringDAILY GUANO
THE DAILY GUANO HUMAN BODY NOT DESIGNED FOR BREATHING, SAYS MEXICAN CHURCH Since proclaiming that the human body is not designed for homosexuality, earlier in the week, the Catholic webshite Desde la fe (Latin for “we’re a bunch of scientifically illiterate, out of date, bigoted fuckwits who frankly are past our use by date andHOMELESS/TRANSIENCE
Every pro-homeless thing I post gets support from my friends, and I love you for it. Even 10 year’s ago it would be almost unthinkable to post pro-homeless things withMAHRAI ZILLER
Grief is a part of the process of love. At its most difficult points it becomes a method of self-destruction – and everyone who encounters grief (so. everyone) does this to some extent. But what’s important is turning grief back into love – it’s sacrificing part of you to be a better person and make a better world. POLITICS | MAHRAI ZILLER Posts about politics written by mahraiziller. I wrote something on Facebook last week about an idea that I want to do, but probably won’t because I’m shit at organising, but I REALLY want to do, involving walking the length of the uk and sleeping rough to highlight homeless issues and campaign to end homelessness.INTEGRATED SPORTS
The arguments against integrating sports seem to come from the idea that all or some sports are solely strength based, and male physiology typically overpowers female physiology. Now, there’s a lot to unpack in that latter argument itself, but I’m yet to find any sport that is SOLELY strength based anyway. Literally all sports involve WORKING WITH THE CURVATURE OF A SPHERICAL EARTH mahraiziller says : February 21, 2016 at 5:08 am. Pythagoras can give you good approximations over short distances, but the main things to remember are that it falls apart over longer distances, and that flat Earthers routinely mistake the “drop” of the Earth away from you with the amount an object is “below” the horizon – as this article shows, they are 2 very different things.LOVE AND LOSS
This is a weird day. That seems an understatement. It would be a weird day even without living through a pandemic. For the obvious, this is the first birthday I’m not with you – both as in the first birthday you aren’t here alive next to me, but also the first birthday I’m not physicallyMAHRAI ZILLER
This is a weird day. That seems an understatement. It would be a weird day even without living through a pandemic. For the obvious, this is the first birthday I’m not with you – both as in the first birthday you aren’t here alive next to me, but also the first birthday I’m not physically HUMOUR – MAHRAI ZILLER THE DAILY GUANO “NOT HAVING CHILDREN IS SELFISH”, SAYS MAN WHO TOOK A VOW NEVER TO HAVE CHILDREN The entire planet was left agasp in a fit of irony, as Pope Francis – the head of the Catholic church, which requires all its clergy to take a vow of celibacy, and whohimself has taken
COMMENTS FOR MAHRAI ZILLER Integrated Sports events and campaigns have featured such superstars as Shaquille O†Neil, Terry Bradshaw, Deion Sanders, Victor Cruz, Jimmy Connors, Chris Evert, Billy Jean King, Rafa Nadal, Mia Hamm, Willie Mays, Don Mattingly, Brett Gardner, Henrik Lundquist, Derek Jeter, Kristaps Porzingis and many more! Long term, personal relationships with these celebrities enables our team to bringDAILY GUANO
THE DAILY GUANO HUMAN BODY NOT DESIGNED FOR BREATHING, SAYS MEXICAN CHURCH Since proclaiming that the human body is not designed for homosexuality, earlier in the week, the Catholic webshite Desde la fe (Latin for “we’re a bunch of scientifically illiterate, out of date, bigoted fuckwits who frankly are past our use by date andHOMELESS/TRANSIENCE
Every pro-homeless thing I post gets support from my friends, and I love you for it. Even 10 year’s ago it would be almost unthinkable to post pro-homeless things with ABOUT ME | MAHRAI ZILLER About Me. No, that’s not me. Although I’m often almost as hairy and would give anything for the carefree attitude exhibited by my dog. I’m a traveler; ex-publican; amateur astronomer; worker in the festival world; tree planter; day dreamer; and someone attempting toON HOMELESSNESS
These are some of the biggest #HomelessIssues faced by homeless people in the uk. Share and spread the #HomelessAwareness! (This list is, sadly, not exhaustive. But whenever you spot an issue related here, please use the associated hashtag, so that we can get these issues trending and push them into the public consciousness. And if THE NON-FUTURE OF HOMELESSNESS Generations to come will not know homelessness. They will look back and read homeless stories like we read Dickens novels talking about children sweeping chimneys. This is my dream. “A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity THE SCHWARZENEGGER RADIUS The radius of someone's ability, such that, if their entire ego was compressed into that space, nothing - not even charisma - could escape. Given the equation: Rs = (2G*e)/c^2 (Rs = the Schwarzenegger Radius, G = the person's constant ability to be a MAY | 2019 | MAHRAI ZILLER Looking at media, there are some troubling tropes around the portrayal of homeless people. Tv tropes itself doesn’t tend to deal with the more negative tropes involving homeless people, and definitely doesn’t recognise these harmful tropes, so I thought I’d share them and talk about them: JUNE | 2019 | MAHRAI ZILLER Every pro-homeless thing I post gets support from my friends, and I love you for it. Even 10 year’s ago it would be almost unthinkable to post pro-homeless things with SYSTEMIC HOMELESS STARVATION Anti-homeless policies are evolving to target both those who provide relief to the homeless and the ability for homeless people to survive. DECEMBER | 2018 | MAHRAI ZILLER Here’s the problem with “innocent until proven guilty” when it comes to accusations of rape or sexual assault: It’s not that it’s wrong, but that people only talk about the accused and don’t accept the fact that the accusers are also innocent of false accusations until proven guilty. JUNE | 2016 | MAHRAI ZILLER THE DAILY GUANO The political right wing of the UK wins dramatic vote against the political right wing of the UK. Today, the electorate of the United Kingdom took part in a dramatic vote, favouring the right wing over the right wing. USE OF HYPERBOLIC LANGUAGE “MURDERING OUR CHILDREN WHILE THE DAILY GUANO. USE OF HYPERBOLIC LANGUAGE “MURDERING OUR CHILDREN WHILE THEY SLEEP”, SAYS SENIOR GOVERNMENT FIGURE. Today, somebody who does something in the government, that we can report is very important and makes them “senior”, has called out the growing use of hyperbolic language in society and the damaging effects it isclearly having.
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TIME AND GRIEF
They tell me that time heals all. But does it? It’s been 4 months, and I’m still fucking angry, I’m still crying, I’m still incapable of making a better life for myself because I should have made such a life for my girl and how dare I live in happiness without her – how dare I live a good life that I didn’t get to let her experience. Some of that comes from both how hard we worked to live a subsistence life – even living out of a car straight after I had surgery – and how I didn’t succeed in making every day count for her, and how I didn’t make the best of opportunities for her. Every day takes me a day further from living with her. Every day takes me a day away from a moment when we were alive together, enjoying our shared experience. Time isn’t healing the wounds, it’s exacerbating them. It’s breaking them open anew every morning, and widening them. It feels like every day I’m more and more bleeding out. I’m from the video game generation, and the best analogy I can give is: I want to go back to my last saved game point. I want to magically go back to that point where we were together and I could stop you from dying. I know I can’t, but that’s all that occupies my mind. You are all that occupies my mind. Every moment I live is a moment I live apart from you. It’s a moment I live further from our time together. Einstein told us that time and space are interconnected, and every day that passes feels like being separated from you by an impossibledistance.
That’s why every second since you died feels so hard. If you were 100 miles away, I could travel there and be with you. But I can’t go back in time. I can’t go back to any moment when you were here with me. And that’s all I want to do. I just want to be with you. I just want to give you everything you deserved. Time isn’t going to heal this. Somehow I have to deal with that fact. Every second takes you further away from me than any distance evercould.
So time won’t heal this. But then, it shouldn’t. You were perfect, I loved you with all my heart. I don’t know how to live a happy life that involves losing you. I don’t know if it’s possible or even if I should. I only know that every day I live takes me an untravelable distance from the one I love. I don’t know how to deal with that. I can visit your grave and talk to the wind, and care for your final resting place, but it doesn’t in any way mitigate that temporal distance that exists between now and the moments we were together. And every day I grow another day away from our life together. Time doesn’t heal that. How can time heal a wound that it, by its nature, creates and continually enlarges? I know I’ll be grieving you my entire life. Maybe the question is how I can grow and be a better person in a way that honours your life, honours who you were, and that means you’re always with me – a testament to how amazing you were that everything I do makes me stop and think of you and how you would feel about myactions.
But then, you aren’t here to celebrate any such progress with me, so every achievement will be bittersweet – and more bitter thansweet.,,?
I’m still haunted by the fact that any progress I ever make in my life is not only without you, but that I feel I should have made for you long before you died. And so every bit of progress will always be bittersweet – that any gain has only come after the one I loved can no longer share it, can no longer profit from it. How do I navigate that? How do I continue living, let alone strive to be better, when every day takes me further away from my love? Every day anything good happens, all I have in my head is “Cadagandeserved this”.
That won’t ever go. Whatever I do, you’ll be with me forever, But that’s not enough. I want you to be here and enjoying life NOW. You didn’t die at the end of your days. You died half way through your life. And like as not, I HAVE to accept responsibility there. You were under my care, and you died way before your time. I don’t know how or why you died when you did – and I have tortured myself, and will forever torture myself, trying to understandwhat happened.
There’s no way time could or should heal that. My years would always be spent remembering you, because dogs have a shorter life-span than humans. But the way you died means my life will – and should, as someone who loved you completely – be consumed by remembering you and wanting to think of ways to be with you. When you were alive, all you wanted was to be with me and all I wantedwas to be with you.
I will always want to be with you. 4 months on and I either cry or addict myself to sleep. Every day I hope there’s some “restore from last save point”. Some way to return back to a moment where we exist together, where I can stop you dying. Where I can give you the life you always deserved. Every day takes me further from not just the time we spent together in my memory, but from our future together that never got to be. Time isn’t going to cure this or make things better. It’d be a dishonesty to pretend otherwise. Every blog post I write won’t make this better. The only thing that will make me as happy as the time we spent together is being able to spend our time together. That’s the truth of it. Time isn’t going to “heal” this loss. It isn’t going to make the pain I feel from losing you go away. The only thing that could possibly heal this gaping wound is if it didn’t exist at all – the only thing that can ever fully heal the grief I feel for you is that you never died. But I don’t live in such a world. All I can do is be honest about myself. I will never stop missing you. I will never be happy without you. I will never want to not be with you. You were my kid. I loved you with every ounce of my being. I will always love you with every ounce of my being, and I will proclaim from everywhere I find myself how much of an amazing person you were. And through it all, all I’ll ever want for all my life that I get to live is to be with you. You are and always will be my love. Time can’t erase that. Itcan’t heal that.
I’d love to end this blog post on an optimistic note, but I can’t. Time doesn’t heal grief of a lost loved one. Grief isn’t a process. It isn’t something you go through and come out the other side being fine with losing someone you love. Grief is something that always lives with you. That’s how it should be if you truly loved that person. You should always miss them and want them to be with you. Maybe you go days when you don’t feel that, but then you do and it hits you. It doesn’t go away. And when it hits, it’s strong. Grief is with you for life. It’s not a process. It’s a welcome scar upon your soul that reminds you of the most amazing people you had the privilege to meet and share your life with. It’s your longing to ever be with the person who made your life incredible, who made your life more than just existing, who made your life experience the one emotion that truly matters: love.March 2, 2020
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WHAT IS GRIEVING?
I thought once that grief is something you go through, as if you comeout the other side.
This is because grief is often described as a “process”, as if it’s something you go through, as if it has some end point. That idea is exacerbated by the misinterpreted idea that there are “stages” of grief. We’ve since learned that these aren’t “stages” (even the original author of the idea said they weren’t, but the media inexplicably ran with the idea), but that they can occur concurrentlyand in any order.
But that’s not actually what’s important here. What’s important isn’t that these are “stages”, but that grief is a “process” – that it’s something that ever ends. I used to think it was. But it’s not a process. Grief is something you forever live with. Those “stages” are parts of grief you always live through. You experience them randomly at various points in your life, and though they may become less frequent as you go on, they don’t go away. Grief is at its most basic an expression of trauma. It’s the traumaof loss.
You can’t magically delete trauma. You may get to lessen its effects, but it doesn’t go away. Grief, like trauma, isn’t a process. It isn’t something that magically one day leaves you. It’s something that is always part of you, that will always be there, that will always affect you. And in a bittersweet way, it’s good. If you didn’t always have grief as part of yourself for those you’ve lost, you never reallyloved them.
Nobody is saying you should feel grief every day. Just that it’s perfectly normal to find yourself suddenly grieving and realising that that grief didn’t disappear – because it’s not a process, it’s just a part of life. You will meet people you love and share your life with them, and they will disappear from this life before you. It’s right and appropriate that you should grieve then, and that whenever they appear in your thoughts that you grieve them, and that that is something that never ends. It’s a demonstration of how much they meant to you and impacted yourlife.
Grief isn’t a process. It’s an aspect of being a compassionateperson.
Grief hurts like trauma, because that’s exactly what it is. But it only exists because you loved and were loved. It only exists because of something amazing you shared with someone. You’ll feel that trauma everyday. I cannot nor should not tell you it goes away. It won’t. It’s here to stay. What’s important is the reason it’s here to stay: it’s because you were loved by someone – and loved someone – until the very end of you both.Grief has no cure.
If it did, it would have no meaning.March 2, 2020
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YOU CANNOT “REPLACE” THE ONES YOU GRIEVE. I’ve had a lot of people ask me if I’ve thought of “replacing mydog”.
It began almost as soon as I’d carried her in my own arms and laid her in her grave, and it still stings just as much. Firstly, it’s that word they use: “replace”. Like she wasn’t a living sentient being. Like she was just an object, a possession, even a toy, which has been broken beyond repair and can be replaced. Like she wasn’t a living *friend*, a person with whom I had a singular relationship. Like the relationship she gave me was so undervalued that it can be “replaced” by someone else. I stood in her grave, cradled her in my arms and kissed her head as I laid her to rest. Does that sound like she was some THING that I can“replace”?
Secondly, it strikes me that nobody would ask this if she was human. If she was my daughter – even if she was my adopted daughter. And yet, why not? Why is it ok here, but not then? She was, after all, my adopted daughter. It’s how she saw herself and how I saw her. It’s LITERALLY how imprinting works – especially with those you take on in their formative times, whether human or not. They imprint on you. They see you as their protector, their guardian, their PARENT. And you, in turn, imprint on them. They aren’t just “like family to you” as the old lady trying to comfort me from the Blue Cross hotline kept saying ineffectually. They *are* family. You took them on. You changed your life to accommodate them – and not as a burden but out of love, out of a desire to share these days you have together in a way that you will both inherently enjoy. You wanted to be with them, enjoy life with them and give them the best experiences you could. You gave them love and they gave you love back, and you faced theworld together.
You can’t “replace” that. You can’t replace them anymore than you can replace an adopted child who died in your care. If you can, you need to seriously rethink being either an animal companion or an adoptive parent – as if they aredifferent things.
Thirdly, I’ve lived with and worked with rescue dogs most of my adult life. Not one of them could I ever think I could “replace”. But this one time I decided to be with a dog from a puppy – from 10weeks old.
And from day one, she made it clear that my whole life would change, and change for the best. She was the first person I’d taken on from pretty much their birth to their final breath – a final breath that I got to personally witness, whilst carrying her in my arms into the surgery, hoping beyond hope that she would wake up and still be with me today. I took her on as a child, got to do everything a parent should do, and got to do the one thing no parent ever wants to do. I got to help her grow up, teach her to run around, play with her, be shit with her, be great with her, be her parental figure in a way that I took profoundly seriously as I should. And then watch her die in my arms, screaming for her to stay with me. She was fully my kid, in both our eyes. Don’t ask me if I can “replace her”. I can’t replace that relationship, that love. I can’t replace my kid. Stop asking me if I’ve thought of replacing my kid, EVER. Yes, any other person (or “dog” if you bizarrely want to differentiate) can give me love. But I can’t give them that same love and they can’t give that same love back, because this was a singular personal relationship, as it always should have been and always should be. I may one day meet another person I get to be privileged to share such love with. But it won’t be the same relationship, and it will in no way be a replacement of that relationship. It will, if it happens, be a new relationship. But this relationship will ALWAYS be with me. Cadagan will ALWAYS be my girl. She will ALWAYS be someone I dream of being reunited with, and whose lessons she taught me I want to hold dear, and whose loss Iwill always cry at.
Her’s is not a life that can be replaced. She was my kid. I don’t give a fuck if you want to pretend to yourself that that’s a hyperbolic statement. She was my kid. I lovedher that much.
I cared for her before she was emotionally capable to deal with the outside world, and I did everything to get her to attain that. Isn’t that what most people think of in terms of parenthood? If not, what the fuck is parenthood to you? Fourthly , it was so soon. It was like it was ok to ask me this about someone I love within DAYS of personally burying her. Within days of putting her to rest it was apparently acceptable to ask if I’d thought of taking on someone else. Taking on someone else as a “replacement” is the biggest thing, but asking within days if I’d thought I’d ever take someone else in in their stead is just rubbing salt in the fucking wound. No I fucking haven’t. I didn’t think about “having another dog” after digging her 4 foot grave, standing in it and holding her as I placed her inside, and then making sure everyone laid the ground on her gently after putting everything that defined our relationship in with her. No, I fucking haven’t thought about it. I didn’t think about it the shitty day after she died, and I haven’t thought about it since. I haven’t ever thought about her as a “pet”, or as a toy that Ican just replace.
To be honest, I haven’t thought about anything but her and how much I want her to still be here with me, and I know that will neverchange.
And to everyone thinking “she’s just a dog, get over it”: never have kids, you utterly incompassionate fucks. Seriously, how do you view life? As if it’s only worth something to be venerated and loved for as much as it prospers you? My girl was her own person. I didn’t own her. I guided her as best I could, but she didn’t belong to me. It’s rough solace that such idiots will never know true love with anyone, if that’s how they view relationships. I can no sooner “replace” my girl as anyone can “replace” achild.
I think it speaks volumes about the failure of our humanity that such a mindset not only exists, but is preeminent when it comes to how we deal with those beings we supposedly take care of. I’ll never get to meet anybody like my girl again. It fills me with sadness that she’s gone, and it should – especially when she was taken before her time. Like as not, the one common factor behind any responsible reasons for her death is me. I have to deal with that. I cannot shrug that off over someone I love. I’d rather be like this than pretend she was atoy.
That sadness should exist. She was unique. She was amazing. Our life was together, the both of us doing our best to help the other enjoy it as much as ourselves. IT WAS A LIFE SHARED. IT WAS A LIFE AS MUCH COMPROMISED AS IT WAS ENRICHED BY BOTH OF US. Don’t ask me if I’ve thought about “replacing that”. I cannot and will not “replace” someone who I loved, and who lovedme, so completely.
It’s not how they deserve to be remembered, nor how I could ever possibly get through their loss. If you can’t be respectful of her life and her commitment, don’tmention her.
January 3, 2020
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WHERE IT ALL (ACTUALLY) BEGAN It’s the morning of January 3rd 2012. The day before, I’d been on the phone asking a woman if I could come to her house to view a pup I’d seen online – the cutest photo of her sat on a chair looking down as if trying to figure out how to reach the floor – with a view to leave a deposit if I chose to take her on and to come back in a few days after that to bring her home. My parents don’t know what’s happening. They’re about to go to France on the 4th, so I’m waiting until the 5th before I bring her back if I decide it’s right. She’s a husky/malamute/rough collie. I’ve worked with rescue dogs most of my adult life, but I know that huskies can be a tough breed (at least, I’m told that by husky owners), so as beautiful as she is I don’t know if I’m right for her until we meet. I drive an hour down the motorway to the Wirral, just a mile or so from where my first fiancé lived. On the drive there I run through memories of driving to my fiancé’s house to go on adventures or bring her back to Manchester. I’m driving through the past and the future and the present all atonce.
The most significant part of my past (with the first love of my life – someone who taught me how to love) with the most significant part of my future (with the love of my life to come – someone who would go on to completely define me and teach me so much about the world), both fused into one in that journey – the most significant journey of my past, present and future. I arrive at the house and ring the doorbell. The lady is expecting me and welcomes me in. We chat for a few moments as three dogs run around us. Then there’s a tumbling sound coming down the stairs. A light brown/red and white pup scurries in and runs around me once as I stand there, before sitting down by my right foot. As I look down, she looks up and flashes me the biggest, cutest grinI’ve ever seen.
The lady and I look back at each other. She says, “well, I think she’s made her mind up.” I went there to decide if I was going to get a pup. That’s not at all how it worked. I went there and a pup decided she was going to get me. That one moment redefined how I deal with dogs. It defined the relationship we would have together. I wasn’t getting a dog. I’d never again think of dogs as creatures that we have and lookafter.
It was the start of a relationship. In two days time I wouldn’t be picking up a dog. I’d be bringing a member of my family home, and spending my lifeloving them.
The lady asks if I’ve thought of a name for her. I tell her I have, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. It’s“Cadagan”.
She flashed me an odd look. It’s a strange name. I picked it because it’s unique and because it sounds fairly celtic. I thought I made it up. I’d find out later that it’s actually a Welsh name. More than that, it’s the name of a Welsh prince who invaded England– a celtic hero.
Oddly fitting for a pup born in the Wirral. I go to hold her paws, and the lady looks oddly at me again, but Cadagan looks happy. She isn’t trying to get away or bite me. She’s just looking into my eyes and smiling. I already know we’re going to be together. I know she’s chosen this – and she’ll confirm it in two days time when I pick her up and carry her out of the house to my van with no protest, just absolute comfort in my arms and never once looking back. Justsnuggling up to me.
The entire future of my life from this moment is set. She is in my heart and always will be, forever. I bring this moment up because it is the 8 year anniversary of our meeting, but also because this blog is about grief, and grief begins the moment you meet the person you love. Your entire life together and everything it entails – including the grief of loss – begins exactly at that moment. And that moment is one of pure unadulterated joy and companionship.December 2, 2019
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DENIAL ISN’T ALWAYS WHAT YOU THINK During my period of grief, 2 of the 4 “stages/phases” have stuck out bold and clear as I’ve bounced between them both, bargaining andanger.
One that seemed noticeably absent was denial. I began to wonder if this was something so universal in grief, and if so why wasn’t Iexperiencing it?
But then it hit me: I’ve been going through denial all along, andstill am.
Denial isn’t just when you consciously and overtly believe and express how the one you love can’t possibly be dead, as it’s always portrayed in films and tv shows. Everyone goes through it, but for most of us it is something so subtle we might not recognise it for what it is. Ever since I lost my pup, I’ve had moments where I wake up and think the blurry mound of clothes on the floor in the dim morning light is her – sometimes my mind even thinks it sees a tail wagging for amoment.
I quickly come to and realise it’s not, but what my brain is doing is going through that denial stage. It’s the moments when I’m finishing work and half wait around to find her so we can go home. It’s the times I don’t want to go home because she won’t be there, as if that will stop it being true – or when I don’t want to leave work without her even when I know that’s impossible now. It’s the moments I’m walking along and look down to my side expecting to see her, even though I know she’s not going to bethere.
It’s the times I fall on my knees by my bed crying uncontrollably and hug my duvet because I just want to hug her. It’s why I haven’t cleaned my room for a month because I get to come home and still smell something of her, and I have nothing else but that smell – fittingly the scent that meant so much to her –to remember her by.
It’s why even as my home life is collapsing and I need to find somewhere new to live tomorrow, I can’t leave, precisely because that room is the only place I still smell her. It’s the times I ask the wind “why aren’t you here, mysweetheart?”
It’s also the times I’m putting off dealing with the trauma of her death. Dealing with losing her is taking all my energy, and in response I’m often putting off going through that moment she died in my arms so unexpectedly. It’s part of her death that my mind is trying to deny at times because dealing with the loss is hard enough, but going back through that one moment will just destroy me. You may think you’re not experiencing denial while you grieve because you know they’re gone and you’re not pretending they’llcome back.
But you are going through it, every time your brain thinks you see them out of the corner of your eye, or when you’re doing something you used to do together and for just a moment you stop to wait forthem.
Denial comes in many different forms. It’s not just someone disbelieving their loved one is dead, or continuing their daily routine as if they’re still alive. It’s often more subtle than that Hollywood trope. It also underpins a lot of your bargaining and anger, which is why when the “stages” of grief were incorrectly categorised as actual “stages” through a linear process that you go through, it was thefirst stage.
We now know better about how all those “stages” occur sometimes simultaneously, sometimes out of the original sequence, but that they are features of grief rather than the structure of grief. We know now that you don’t begin by denying the loss, then bargaining for it not happen, then be angry that it did, and then accepting it. Rather, you do actually go through all of those processes, but in no general order and you don’t magically finish with one “stage” and get to the other. ————————But back to denial:
You may consciously know they’re gone, but your subconscious hasn’t yet accepted it. You still want them to be around, and you’ve loved and been with them for so long that your brain isn’t yet able to process the world for you without them being there – it’s why your brain keeps inserting them in your vision, desperately trying to form them out of abstract images and movements in your periphery. Your brain is trying to cope with rewriting the inputs from the world around it in which they no longer physically exist. Even if you think you aren’t living through the denial stage, because it’s not what you were taught it to be, you are. When you lose someone you love it takes time for you to mentally live in a world where they are no longer physically here. It doesn’t look like what you’re told, but it is something you will go through in some form. Just remember that denial isn’t always what you think it is, but it’s healthy. It’s part of your brain coming to terms with everything and with the loss.November 16, 2019
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WHERE IT ALL (DIDN’T ACTUALLY) BEGIN I’m sat in the beer garden where the appearance of things goingwrong began.
That’s so different from where they actually began to go wrong, because that source is something I’ll never know (and what makes the process of grief so difficult). My phone had officially died on me the night before, and today I bought a laptop (to replace the one that died around a year ago), because I had a replacement phone already ordered and on its way. At the table, my love whimpers. I think I’ve just done something stupid like not extinguishing a cigarette butt, and she’s stepped on it.I check her over.
No sign of anything. She’s licking her paw but soon stops. We leave the pub garden and she’s not even limping. But from this day on, she will begin to lick and bite at her paw sporadically and appear to be distressed.——————-
HOLY SHIT.
I literally just stubbed my cigarette out whilst typing this and checked she wasn’t under the table at the time, despite her being dead for over a week. ——————– But back to that day…. We go back home and nothing seems wrong beyond her licking her paw occasionally, which I put down to her have an injury that has happenedtoday.
The kicker is, that probably was what happened, or it probably wasn’t and it was a symptom of an underlying issue that needed to be addressed. But I’ll go on to find out that neither truth, nor my response to it, could have saved the one I love. I’ll then spend every day after she died trying to understand thatfact.
Nothing at that point looked life threatening for her. What killed her may not have even had anything to do with that. But I love her and at that point she was uncomfortable and I wanted to help her, and the past two months began at that moment. And also, for any “wannabe vets” reading this: I’ve gone throughit all.
I’ve looked at all of her symptoms, and everything I *could* have done to save the one I love, and there’s nothing. I’ll talk more about this and what it means for the process of grief another day, but suffice to say I’ve killed myself over and again concerning how I could have saved her – and especially concerning identifying what killed her. I’ve even gone through the thought processes of how I might have killed her – and I’ll get to that emotional black hole another day. Here’s what I’ve found out:I couldn’t.
Whatever took her was something that even trained vets wouldn’t have spotted, and even if they had her survival rate would have been 1% or less. In fact, it’s something they DIDN’T spot. If they didn’t,how could I?
I’m not saying any of this to find absolution. It’s actually comforting to know you could have done something, because you can learn how to save someone next time and you can tell yourself that the fate of the person you love was always in yourhands.
That’s what we always want to believe. It just isn’t true, and dealing with that fact is so difficult that I’m still comparing her symptoms online to see if I can understand why she’s gone. Breaking news: that will never happen. I still do it, because it is actually a healthy part of the grieving process, as long as it doesn’t become an obsession – and everyone will do it even when we know there is no answer we can find – because that’s exactly what you do when someone you love dies suddenly and unexpectedly (especially in your arms). You want to know why, because you love them. And this is one of the hardest parts of grief: you will explore every avenue EVEN IF YOU KNOW YOU WON’T FIND AN ANSWER AND EVEN IF YOUKNOW YOU KNOW THAT.
Being forearmed about this part of grief can’t prevent you going through it. You will put yourself through it, and no amount of people telling you it’s natural and how you don’t need to will stop you from doing it (and don’t listen to people saying you don’t need to, because as well meaning as they’re being, it just makes you feelworse).
It’s not a bug of the grieving process. It’s a feature. It’s a testament to how much you loved that person and how much losing them affects you. Remember: you’re grieving for a reason (for the best reason ever, because it is a process all about love – and never forget the fact that grief only exists because of the love you have and have experienced), and that process will and must happen whether you understand the process or not. And these are the important lessons to learn about grief: 1) Understanding the process doesn’t ever make it easier or fasterto go through;
2) This process is about love, and because of that you should always remember that what you’re going through is a healthy process. You may need support to prevent that process becoming unhealthy, and if you do you should feel ok about jumping into that support. But the fact that you are going through this process is a healthy thing. In fact, what you’re going through is a healing process. And just as not all physical wounds can heal in a healthy manner and may need professional attention, not all emotional wounds can heal in a healthy manner and may need professional attention. If you cut your hand, it’s natural for it to hurt and for your body to try to heal that wound. But sometimes your body can’t do it correctly, for a variety of reasons way beyond your control. Likewise, when you lose somebody you love, it’s natural for it to hurt and for your body to try to heal that wound. But sometimes your body can’t do it correctly, for a variety of reasons beyond yourcontrol.
It’s not the pain and the process that’s a problem. It’s actually the only path to healing. It’s where that process malfunctions and ends up doing more damage that’s the problem. But even with that, always feel able to seek help. After all, who would suffer having an arm cut off without asking someone to stop the bleeding and clean the wound, even when they know their red blood cells are already trying to clot and stop thembleeding out?
A grim picture, but don’t ever think that grief can’t become as grim and fatal as physical pain. People die from grief. It’s necessary for you to understand what you’re going through and why, and why it’s always correct and necessary to seek and get helpthrough it.
You’re going through this process because you lost someone you love. Not because you should also be lost to those who love – and will ever in the future get to love – you. I’ll talk more later on about how guilt is a part of bargaining in grief, and about how grief is a process that we have evolved in order to retain love for those we lost without feeling we’re betraying them when we finally accept they’re gone – a process we’ve developed in order to deal with losing a loved one whilst keeping them with us always, as we always wanted to, and becoming able to continue living in a world that no longer involves their physical involvementin our lives.
Suffice to say, you can never – even with all the knowledge of the grieving process available to you – not go through it when you loseyour love.
It will happen. And for those of you who understand the process, that’s especially difficult to deal with. But knowing psychology doesn’t inoculate you from its affects, just as knowing how pathogens work doesn’t inoculate you from the flu.It will happen.
You’ll feel shit.
You’ll feel as bad as those without a scientific understanding ofwhat’s going on.
You’ll probably feel worse because that scientific understanding doesn’t make it better. There isn’t a one glove fits all to any wound, especially grief. Because grief is a very specific process that you have to endure, and is inherently painful to endure no matter how much you understand it, because losing people you love hurts and is meant to hurt. It wouldn’t hurt if you didn’t love them. Cut my hand and put iodine on it to clean it, and I know what’s happened and how much it will hurt SCIENTIFICALLY. But I’ll still run around and scream and cry no matter how much I understand what’shappening.
Grief is a healing process. Don’t shy from it. Don’t feel bad for going through it. Don’t ever feel that you shouldn’t request helpto get through it.
November 14, 2019
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GRIEVING MY DOG IS MADE TO FEEL INFERIOR TO GRIEVING A PERSON We have an underlying understanding in our society that if you lose someone you love, who’s a human, it’s a big deal. But if you lose a dog, it should at most take you a couple of days toget over it.
But that’s not true, as many dog companions would tell you. For one thing, I lost my companion right next to me in a sudden and tragic incident. An incident that will traumatise me for the rest of my life, because I literally watched someone I love die within seconds next to me with nothing I could do to stop it. But for another thing, I spent literally every minute of every hour with my pup. I spent more time by her side than any parents spend withtheir kids.
I was never separated from her for years. I took jobs that allowed us to always be together, even whilst I worked. It’s a fair argument that your offspring mean so much to you as to make loss unbearable. But so is the argument where you spend every hour of every day being with the one you love. This is NOT to say that I loved my pup more than people love their kids. On the contrary, it is to dispel the myth that those of us with canine companions can’t possibly know the love and loss of a family member, or justify our feelings after they’re gone as such. Imagine always being with the one you love, 24/7 – literally, nohours off.
Then you understand who I lost, the relationship I had, and why it hurts to lose her so much. Neither grief is superior or inferior. We love who we love. And when they leave us, we grieve them. That’s all that matters – that we love them and grieve them.November 14, 2019
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FIRST DAY BACK AT WORK I woke up 2 hours before work. I was still half an hour late. Dragging myself out of bed isn’t easy when it’s cold at the bestof times.
I’ve cried everyday since it happened. And not just a bit of a well-up. I’ve sobbed uncontrollably. I’ve held the covers of my bed, my knees on the floor, and kissed my duvet as I hold it as if it’s her. Like I used to kneel at the bed and cuddle her and kiss her before I got her up for the day. It’s nearly a week and I’m still crying uncontrollably for mylove.
I stood at the gate of work having to will myself in, like I had to physically force myself back into my bedroom the day she left. I get hugs from my workmates. It’s a testament to how we’re not just colleagues, but family. More than that, they all send her their love, which shows how she touched everyone she met. She wasn’t just a dog. She was part of their family too. On the board I see I might be driving the van in which she died nextto me.
I freeze.
It all comes back, but I don’t want the first thing my friends deal with in the morning to be me collapsing in grief. It’s the first day I’m back. I don’t want them to start the day with a breakdown. It’s not on purpose. It’s just up on the board naturally. It’s the job I’d have been doing if none of this happened. There’s a note on the calendar to call Phil.I do.
We have a conversation where we talk about what’s going on today, what I need and what I can do and what jobs we need to do. He coaxed it out of me that I’m not ready for that yet, andrearranged the day.
I know I’ve got to face it soon.I just can’t now.
I was going to bite it, but he pulls it out of me that I can’t. It’s not just grieving for a lost dog. It’s not even just grieving for a lost loved one and my kid. That’s where it happened. In that vehicle, next to me as I was driving, she dropped dead withoutwarning.
Zero warning.
She was ok, apart from being sick. She sat up next to me and lookedfine.
And then she wasn’t.Then she died.
In less time than it takes me to physically say that small sentence. I have no way of understanding that moment, let alone dealing with it. It’s the trauma of that moment that’s hitting me, and I’ve had it on loop since it happened.He knows.
He understands.
He doesn’t want me near power tools or driving without supervision. Not just because I could have an accident, but because he doesn’t want to put me in that situation. We agree on a job that needs doing that I can face – building a set of shelves for the back office. I’ve been trying to get round to it for months, but other duties have got in the way. It’s a job that should take half a day, at most. I barely finish in time to go home. I’m not to work with cutting tools today, for my own safety. I need to build some shelves. My timber manager cuts them to my specifications. I can’t cut them, but I’m eager to get things done as fast as we can, so I labour as a chippy’s mate like I’ve never done before. Every moment of the day I’m reminded of her: running around the yard, lying in the canteen floor, sitting in the office, skanking food during lunch (she always tried to tell people I never fed her). Then I get reminded of her in a different way. I put some cut pieces of timber on a tarp covered table with a pool of water on it, and the water moves to where the wood lies, and it reminds me of her vomit on the seat as we drove just before she died, and the both of us trying to keep her away from it until I can stopand clean it up.
I stop and begin to breakdown. I pick up some 8×1 pieces of timber and they weigh as much as she did when I carried her out of the van. I stop and begin to breakdown. I put some timber on the woodwork table, and I remember laying herdown in the vets.
I stop and begin to breakdown. I push the timber on the table, and remember my hands rubbing her belly whilst I was on the phone to my sister, telling her “she’s so cold, she’s so cold” over and over again. I stop and begin to breakdown. I make my way out for a cigarette. All I can see is that day. The last sound she made was a whimper, after she collapsed and I pulled her up whilst driving. I need to hear her being happy. I put on a video of her playing in the snow, and one of her running in the park as a puppy, coming back for strokes behind the ear. I stop and breakdown.I go back in.
Our life together runs on loop. The moment I lost her runs on loop. At around lunchtime I’m asked if I can do a delivery – not in the vehicle it happened in. I don’t think I can drive safely, but before I even say anything it’s sorted out and somebody else is stepping in. (I don’t know this and watch someone load the vehicle it happened in, thinking “it’s ok, they don’t know, but shit this will be hard”, to then find out they’ve got it sorted). Throughout the day I see her. I’m hyperventilating and I’ve not eaten. I see her walking next to me, running to have a wee in the yard, waiting for someone to throw a stick or play with a ball. Every time I go to the yard to get timber, I feel her walking next to me. Playing in the puddles and waiting for me to kick the water so we could play together. And I see her as a puppy, walking next to me in the woods, always trying to be near me. And I see her collapsing. And I see her in my arms as I run her into the vets. And I see her on the table as I can’t stop caressing her in the way she loved even though she was already gone. And I see her cradled in my arms as I stand in her grave and lower her down to rest in peace. And I finish the job. I’ve only had a total of 30 minutes break, even though my boss said take all the breaks you need. But it’s a job that took twice as long. But I’ve finished it.The shelves are up.
It’s time to go home. The tree crews are coming back, and I’m getting hugs and handshakes and messages of love for both her and myself. I get a card from the folks in the office. I try not to stop and breakdown. My friend stops me before I go and asks how I am. She’s been checking on me throughout the day. I tell her it’s been tough, and that whilst I have to go home I neither want to leave work, stay at work or go back home. I assure her I’ll be safe. I drive home and park up, and I get out of the car and walk. I walk like a zombie, and every moment of the day she died gets replayed in my head, and I stop at a pub and I bawl like a child and Ican’t stop.
It feels like yesterday. I’m still trying to stop it happening. In my head I’m still trying to stop it happening and I can’t, and I can’t stop crying. I know I don’t just have grief for a lost loved one. I have ptsdfrom what happened.
I don’t know how to get through this. I just know I miss my love.November 14, 2019
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LOSING A LOVED ONE
I recently lost a companion who defined my life. It happened very suddenly and in a very traumatic way. Every loss is different, because every relationship is different, but I thought I’d start a blog about dealing with both my loss and the trauma it involved – both to help me deal with it and to help others dealing with something similar. The blog will start with my first day back at work. It could have started with the day my love died next to me, but then it could have started with the day we first met. On neither occasion was I ever in the mind to start this blog, but I thought I’d start this blog talking about the day that I started it. I’ll always be going back to everything from the day we met to the day she died and beyond – and trying to pretend there is anything linear about the lives we live with our loved ones doesn’t actually fit with how grief works. Grief is more…. Tralfamadorian. It makes us paint a landscape where time is just another spatial dimension. And so where we dip into it – or often choose to drown ourselves in it – and even where we choose to begin to talk about it has little to do with chronology in its strictest sense. We’re reliving the life of the person we lost, and we naturally begin that narrative at the point that we can begin that narrative. We also naturally don’t dip into the narrative of a lost loved one in any chronological sense. Instead we dip in and out of our lives together, remembering moments of joy and tragedy, in a manner that has little regard with the sequence of events as they happened. We live, through our grief, those moments in both a sequenced and causal way, but also – and most often – in a completely unsequenced path devoid of causality. So why should I start this blog at any point other than the day I chose to start this blog? No other moment holds greater merit. No other moment claims proprietary in terms of narrative as I recall our life together. No other moment can be said to be more important to begin with. Because it’s not about grading moments by their importance. It’s about how we build our stories of those we loved throughout our process of grieving their loss. No matter where I begin this story it probably won’t begin at the beginning, and nor will it continue linearly from there. It will begin where I begin it, and it will flutter around our lives together weaving the tapestry of a life that once made me whole. So this blog starts at a certain point after my loved one has died. It doesn’t start at her death, nor does it start at her birth. But it will contain both points and everything in between. Like a Tralfamadorian, both you and I shall experience her life and death and my dealing with the aftermath in a nonlinear way. I lived with the love of my life, and she has been lost to me. So itgoes.
October 5, 2019
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