Kristina Harris
theotherkristina.bsky.social
Kristina Harris
@theotherkristina.bsky.social
so he could be remote-control-raised as a “zombie” during the eulogy while I talked about how much he loved “Tales From the Crypt.”

Sadly, he was cremated, so that last didn’t work out, but I miss our sometimes-bizarre discussions.

And his unique humor.

2/2
December 1, 2024 at 12:40 PM
The notification is circled: this is what my screen looks like
November 29, 2024 at 3:27 PM
I use this on a phone, but replies to my stuff is under the notifications bell icon and my replies to others are under “replies” on my own main page. Hopefully there’s similar on desktop versions?

The format takes some getting used to. 💜
November 29, 2024 at 3:24 PM
As the saying goes, you’ve survived 100% of your worst days so far.

Keep that record going.

Don’t give up.

I believe in you.

I wish you happiness, and love, and, insofar as is possible, a happy Thanksgiving.

Love,

Your crazy, chronically ill, and slightly scandalous Internet Auntie 💜💜💜
6/6
November 29, 2024 at 4:36 AM
And I am going to tell you that despite what the world, or people who don’t understand you, or even your own thoughts might want you to believe, you have value.

You are worthy of love.

And the world would be a poorer place without you.
5/6
November 29, 2024 at 4:36 AM
I’m not even going to tell you that you should be thankful you’re alive, because I know that sometimes the pain makes it hard to even be grateful for that.

But I am going to tell you that I, for one, am thankful you’ve made it this far.
4/6
November 29, 2024 at 4:36 AM
I’m not going to say that you should find things to be grateful for because that will perk you right up or something.

Sure, I mean, that actually can sometimes help, but I know there are moments when it just seems like everything is awful and it can be impossible to be thankful for anything.
3/6
November 29, 2024 at 4:36 AM
Listen. I get it. I see you.

And I’m thankful that you’re still here.

Look, I’m not going to tell you that other people have it worse, so you should be thankful it’s not worse. There’s always someone who has it worse, and that doesn’t make your pain any less.
2/6
November 29, 2024 at 4:36 AM
But I just came across this in FB memories, and I feel like this, even out of context, is one of the funniest things ever.

(To be fair, I was always putting headbands on the dog. She didn’t love it but didn’t hate it either, and, in my defense, it was only for a few seconds for a picture.)
3/3
November 28, 2024 at 1:59 PM
Now, maybe that’s only funny to me, and that’s fair. (I did immediately set the screenshot of that as my iPhone Lock Screen and it’s been that way on every iPhone since iPhone 3, which I also still find hilarious, so I could just have a weird sense of humor.)

2/3
November 28, 2024 at 1:59 PM
in a covered wagon (uphill, both ways, of course) and carving our emails on stone tablets.

“Snapchat? Why, in my day, we had to snap our fingers in people’s faces and yell, ‘HEY, YOU! Let’s chat!’”

The late 1900’s were a lawless time, folks.

2/2
November 27, 2024 at 11:35 PM
And that is how I ended up in an Army barracks in Euijongbu, South Korea, with 26 stuffed animals on my bunk that I had to figure out how to hide before every inspection.

But that … that, my friends, is another story.

6/6
November 25, 2024 at 2:40 PM
But all my little misshapen or misformed or carelessly made stuffie friends never completely left my heart, and I don’t think I ever entirely stopped wanting to rescue them.
5/6
November 25, 2024 at 2:40 PM
If I could have, I would’ve brought them all home. To this day, I sometimes remember that one fluffy lamb in Toys-R-Us that had about four inches of seam done inside-out. Sadly, our family didn’t often have a lot of money to buy toys.
4/6
November 25, 2024 at 2:40 PM
Then I’d sigh regretfully, pet them one last time, and wistfully but gently put them back in the very front of the other toys, their “defect” carefully hidden, while sending out good wishes for them into the world, hoping they’d find their forever home.
3/6
November 25, 2024 at 2:40 PM
If it was a thing where I was allowed to get a toy, I’d get that one. If not, I would go around the shelves and pick them up and hug them, and tell them “Don’t worry! I love you! And someone is going to come and love you the best!”
2/6
November 25, 2024 at 2:40 PM
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

31/31
November 23, 2024 at 8:19 PM
But I think if there’s an afterlife, and if Dad can see us from there, he would’ve been looking down, nudging some angel in the ribs, and saying, “See? I taught my children well,” all the while with a twinkle of pride and, perhaps, laughter in his eyes.

30/31
November 23, 2024 at 8:19 PM
Listen, I’m not completely unaware that some people will gasp in horror at this whole story. Some of you may already be updating your wills to say “Under no circumstances are you to FoodSaver my remains!”

And I get that. I truly do.

29/31
November 23, 2024 at 8:19 PM

We agreed that there could be no more appropriate urn for our father, and we went our separate ways, my brother reverently carrying the urn to his home. 28/31
November 23, 2024 at 8:19 PM