Thursday, February 7, 2013

What no one tells you.

You can't even conceive of the choice I was being asked to make on this day, in 2007. I was asked over and over until the next day. I don't want reassurance, I don't need to hear that I did the right thing. I just want to give witness. His suffering was already over, and ours had just begun.


  1. Hey, Iso. I would never presume to compare your loss to mine. It'll be 4 years to the day at 5:50 PM tomorrow evening. All I can say is that I'm still taking mom's death a lot harder than my siblings are. I don't know exactly what that means. Maybe just know that... I don't know. That having met neither you nor your boy that you've both made an impression on me.

  2. I'm sorry I didn't answer this sooner, I haven't been here at all since that last post. It's been too hard to deal with. I think it's harder to cope with grief when you don't have the distractions of others, when you lose someone you love that much, a lot of things contribute. So I don't really know how to compare loss. We each have a different experience. But I can say that losing Jesse has somehow made the loss of my father less painful. Maybe it's like curing a headache by breaking an arm.

    I miss our interposts.


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