Thu, 7:50: I started thinking about how I would no doubt be getting a sympathy card in the mail from Auntie Rose, and then I remembered, god dammit, she's dead too.
What a fucking year.
At least we managed a truly spectacular trip to Australia this year, for which my enduring gratitude still has no limit. So I'll never be able to write off 2020 as a total loss. I'm so glad I'm incapable of ignoring the great things I still have.
(That includes the love, care, sympathy and support that has been pouring out of all of you. I deeply appreciate it. It makes me feel rich even in a time of loss.)
Thu, 11:46: After I emailed Uncle David and Mary Ann about Mom's passing, I have to share part of Mary Ann's reply, which I loved:
"Do take care of yourself and remember that grief manifests itself in a variety of ways, all correct."
Now, I have been saying for years that "there is no wrong way to grieve," but the negative phrasing was never something that registered until Mary Ann put it in this much better, different way.
"Grief manifests itself in a variety of ways, all correct." This turns it into a positive affirmation, which I think is fantastic. I think I shall say it this way from now on.
Thu, 18:29: RT @LibraryLydia: Social distance like you’re a regency couple that dare not be closer than 6 ft least you give into your feelings and embrace, thus ruining your reputation beyond repair pics.twitter.com…
Thu, 18:41: You guys! No one needs chapstick anymore. We can all just let our lips go to shit and no one will know!
