May her memory ride eternal, shiny and chrome.
May her memory ride eternal, shiny and chrome.
At 10:25PM I will fix myself a Maker's Manhattan & watch RoboCop in Jen's honor (or maybe RoboDoc, which hopefully has the story of Verhoeven not quite knowing how the word "bitches" is used in American English).
It is a very strange milestone.
At 10:25PM I will fix myself a Maker's Manhattan & watch RoboCop in Jen's honor (or maybe RoboDoc, which hopefully has the story of Verhoeven not quite knowing how the word "bitches" is used in American English).
It is a very strange milestone.
“Sure, dad, I’ll watch sumo with you. Whatever.”
“Sure, dad, I’ll watch sumo with you. Whatever.”
I am having a ridiculous week of school shit and really, really wish I could talk to Jen. Instead I am looking forward to the memorial next month/still pissed that Jen is gone/grateful that we even met at all. There are many mixed emotions.
I am having a ridiculous week of school shit and really, really wish I could talk to Jen. Instead I am looking forward to the memorial next month/still pissed that Jen is gone/grateful that we even met at all. There are many mixed emotions.
(I think we are all channeling this mood in some way or another as of late.)
(I think we are all channeling this mood in some way or another as of late.)
At the point where I’m back on med school rotations & dealing w/regular life shit, passably normal except that a couple times a day it hits me that Jen is still dead. It feels like I’m straddling separate worlds, one with her & one without.
At the point where I’m back on med school rotations & dealing w/regular life shit, passably normal except that a couple times a day it hits me that Jen is still dead. It feels like I’m straddling separate worlds, one with her & one without.
“Ghost Killer,” 2024.
“Ghost Killer,” 2024.
Unsettling how the months go by so fast. I still miss her intensely yet am gradually adjusting to life without her, & I can even contemplate the future w/out revulsion. It's a very strange bag of mixed feelings, but then again life is strange.
Unsettling how the months go by so fast. I still miss her intensely yet am gradually adjusting to life without her, & I can even contemplate the future w/out revulsion. It's a very strange bag of mixed feelings, but then again life is strange.
The relentless march of the "new normal" continues and while the body & robot brain are adjusting (laundry gets done, groceries get bought, etc) my emotional brain lags behind, wondering how the fuck we got to this point. It's a bit strange.
The relentless march of the "new normal" continues and while the body & robot brain are adjusting (laundry gets done, groceries get bought, etc) my emotional brain lags behind, wondering how the fuck we got to this point. It's a bit strange.