Hey Mike,
So, my mom died about 90 minutes ago, I was here holding her hand the whole way.
She was fading pretty quick in the last 3 days and when she new she was going she reached out for my hand and I held it and kept telling her how much I and all of us loved her. Soon she'd be out of pain and back riding horses and playing with all the dogs. Give her a hug for me if you happen to end of on the same extistential plane as she's on.
Death is fucking lame. It's just done. She just went away, and I have to say after that experience I have a hard time believeing anyone could possibly believe there is a heaven or a hell.
There is clearly only sweet release from the struggle of life, right? And you have to be pretty thankful for the things you get to do and the people you get to meet. I am so thankful for all of it, and I guess that's one of the advantages of losing my dad so early (almost 30 years ago exactly, she came really fucking close to matching the date) I not only got a good slap in the face that one day, we are just gone.
Anyway, I'll have more to say once I get some sleep - these last 48 hours with her were rough. But I have to tell you two things: one, you will be delighted to know Jackie spent the last month smoking joints like a pro; it really seemed to help her relax and deal with the pain. Plus, I would let her smoke them without having the doors open (wouldn't let her do that with the tobacco) and two: she got off this fucked up USA circus train bfore it comes fully off the rails. I'm so happy she didn't have to watch the rest of what was left of America go up in literal flames.
That said, I miss you, especially as once again I'm going through the loss of a parent all on my own. Luckily Scott and I are still best friends, so all will be good, and we are solid on mark. Anyway, that's it for now, but if you see her in the stardust out there (she's getting creamated too) spark a bowl with her, she loves a nice indica.
:)m
Hi. I've been meaning to write for a while, but to be honest, it's hard where to know where to start. So many weird, little things happen over the days that remind me of you, or of someone, we both know (knew?) that I should probably be scribbling it down, because...well, my memory is not getting any better these days. You've been gone almost a year now buddy, and though I hadn't seen you physically in years, the good ol' internet allowed us to stay in touch anyway. It's hard to explain to people, even the people closest to me how strange it is to not have you around even in just the greater sense of the world. If anything, it has made me very aware of how much I was living in the moment (which is, honestly just a romantic way of saying "not paying attention") and that I am always looking for context in the things that happen locally and globally. You were absolutely a yardstick for a certain type of context, and I miss it, even though (and I suppose i...
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