Dear Jared
Dear Jared, It’s your birthday and I fucking wish you were here. I got this cameo from Mick Foley for your birthday in March a bit over a week before you died. My instructions to him were: “My brother (Jared) is turning 42 in August. He’s been a big...
Dear Jared
Dear Jared, Am I meant to be okay? Because I’m not. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you in some way. I still cry every day, too. I honestly don’t know how I’m meant to do this, how I’m meant to keep existing with this...
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Following someone else’s grieving traditions
Disclaimer: These are my personal thoughts and feelings on the experience of my brother’s funeral. I am not, in any way, intending to offend or upset anyone. So, obviously I’ve been very, very quiet lately. I won’t lie, even existing is a struggle...
Dear Jared
Dear Jared, Shit sister alert! I haven’t been writing to you. I’ll be honest, my guy, I’m not coping. Like, not even close. My boss described me as “like a functioning addict”. I’m getting things done, but it’s obvious that...
Dear Jared
Dear Jared, I was definitely optimistic about returning to work this week. I kept it together for the most part. As soon as I could leave, I did, and I’m not going back until Tuesday now. Last night when I left work, I took all those old slides with pictures...
Dear Jared
Dear Jared, I went to work today. It was equally not as bad as I thought it would be, but also so much worse. I told everyone about what happened, but most of them knew, though they didn’t know you were my brother. Apparently, all of Perth was talking about you...
Struggling to continue as normal…
One of the first blogs I wrote last year was called The strange thing about grief, and here I find myself talking about it again in a much more raw and intense way. So, in case you couldn’t tell from my last two blogs, my brother died this weekend. It was a...
Dear Jared
Dear Jared, It’s the fucking worst. It is. On Tuesday, it will be a full week since I saw you last. On Saturday, it will be a full week since you died. Time won’t stop for me. It keeps going. I can’t make it stop as much as I want to. When Kaleb...Currently writing:
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