Two months laterMon 11 December 2023 by R.L. Dane
Content warning: This post deals with loss
As I have alluded to before, there is a certain process of effacing that time does to loss and grief, as well as the memory of the departed.
I'm staring at the two month mark, and while I've had some truly dark moments of loss in the weeks since the last big milestone ...
Life moves on, even when you'd rather it didn't. No matter how much you want to stop everything and set up a shrine to the memory of the one you're missing, that's just not going to happen. Nor would they want you to.
That's about it. If this post seems rambly and seemingly aimless, I beg your pardon.
I'm posting this to post it. Its existence is the only goal. There is no great weight I must "expectorate," as Kierkegaard would say.
And that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
More nerdy updates coming soon this week.
Until then, kindly raise a glass to Hobbes for me. He deserves to be remembered.
And with apologies to the great Jorge Luis Borges,
"The world will be Hobbes."