We love you, mom.
Things have gotten rough, but I feel like I’m coming back up for air. So I wanted to point out a few important reminders while I can for anyone going through a similar story. To be fair, I may only be catching my breath in between waves (and the next one might be a big one with the holidays).
You don’t get to choose who you love. Here’s my handy guide, with help from Falcor and friends, on loving addicts, grief-stricken friends and the apathetic…FUN!
Groeningisms refer to the act of daily easter egg-like content that an audience comes to know and love. There’s something about that daily exercise. The daily act of coming up with something clever, or funny. Or, maybe not funny. Maybe something really devestaing—just dark, who cares?
Be brave. That’s all I can say. It sort of sucks. It’s not perfect. But try it. People are really afraid of loneliness. I think this is funny, actually. It’s not so bad, I think. I’m so lonely in my real life sometimes, I think I might die and no one will notice. But, in practice, when I travel with another person, I end up cranky. I like to spend 99% of the time inside of my own head anyway.
My very first fourteener. Yeah, we summited. Then we spent about an hour sobbing (Sami and I, at least) as we tried not to slide out of control on our way back down the couloir.