Having ALS means leaving your change in the vending machine because it is literally too much effort to fish it out of the coin return.
Having ALS means leaving your change in the vending machine because it is literally too much effort to fish it out of the coin return.
We’ve forgotten how to die. We’ve forgotten how to be dying, and how to comfort. How to be okay when things are definitely Not OK.
We’ve lost the ability to not be absolute shitheads to each other by accident or ignorance when something terrible happens.
In my adventures with dying, I’ve accumulated quite a wealth of pretty words and useful words on the subject of death, dying, and grief. I’ve always meant to catalog and share them. When a friend who’d lost their mother was told today that she’s going to hell because she refuses to just leave her grief up to God and put on a happy face, I kiiiiiinda lost my shit. And knew the time to publish this is NOW.
So here it is, A Grief Primer.