WTF Today? 08/20
And my new novel's name!
How is it only Wednesday? It feels like Friday with the amount of chaos this week has brought. The one positive in my own universe is some very needed clarity on a project that has been nearly ten years in the making.
When I started writing about the life of my late sister, in my mind, the story was broader about our family in general. Break the cycle kind of shit. I’ve started and stopped writing dozens of times. And it wouldn’t be until I was having a conversation with my daughter a couple of weeks ago on our way to get her back-to-school hair done.
The level of clarity on what I am supposed to write came out of nowhere. While in the past I may have thought I knew where this was going… I was so wrong.
After reflection and some input from my mini-me, the book was crystal clear. I have to write about the loss of my sister and my grief journey over the last decade. Nobody talks about sibling loss. Nobody normalizes how much grief hurts and can become all-consuming. Nobody expects to lose a sibling so early in life. I was only 26!
I was a baby! With THREE babies! My oldest wouldn’t turn four until December, when Dawn would pass in October. And to think mere months earlier, when I went into labor with Addison… she was the one watching my oldest son. I couldn’t wrap my mind around any of it.
So many people get lost in this kind of grief, and I hope my story helps someone else who may be on a similar journey.
I look forward to sharing more with you soon.
How about those grocery prices?
The Trump Administration released a convicted murderer in Orlando:
I just want to stress one more time how SCARY it is that NO local news here in Florida is covering this.
Why are people so hard-pressed about stupid shit?
Bro rolled in with all of Europe:
New Canvas Art:
Just watched the tribute of your sister, with your daughter, beautiful!😍
You are right…not much is ever discussed or shared about the loss of a sibling. We were snot one year apart- through high school we were seen as “almost twins”. The way everyone around you grieves but you are left to fend for yourself emotionally because he was someone’s son which is the greater loss. Though I was in my mid-thirties I was expected to carry on and be strong for everyone else in my life. Simply put, the grief was so intense I can’t recall those first three years after his passing. I had married two weeks after his passing and when clouds lifted after that third year there were huge cracks in my marriage- that ultimately ended. I had to change how I approached life, work, and dealt with loss. I did it all without ever relying on a vice but I have never been the same.
It took years/decades but finally on the other side I am okay but all of the steps along the way were improvised then introspective.
I look forward to reading your journey of healing, acceptance, and flourishing as you continue to make it through the other side.