My dad doesn't call me anymore
For the most part, people have stopped asking about it.
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personal essays exploring nostalgia, grief, light, and life.
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Bruce's eulogy
Here is the eulogy I shared at my dad’s funeral on June 16.
Till the wheels fall off.
nothingness, but shining
More on March 💡
remember to remember me, standing still in your past
Old long since
I was here, you see, I was
When lightning strikes twice
on beating the odds when it is all odds
Everyone else is doing it better than me
see also: art is subjective. except mine. which is bad.
This is enough for now🍂
"In a thousand torments—I am; writhing under torture—but I am."
Betty Jean (Grandeen) Neece
a note on meeting my grief where it is at and finding my grandma in the trees
this weekend in particular, in august
or 5,479 days since