Grieving Futures: Preface to the Third Edition (2017)
I am slowly posting the entirety of Grieving Futures: Surviving the Deaths of My Parents, here on Patience & Fortitude for free.
I am slowly posting the entirety of Grieving Futures: Surviving the Deaths of My Parents, here on Patience & Fortitude for free. General warnings are in place: this book address grief, mourning, self-harm, anger, poverty, and pet death, all in the context of becoming an adult orphan in my twenties. You can still buy the book if you would like (doing so helps support my writing!).
I am slowly posting the entirety of Grieving Futures: Surviving the Deaths of My Parents, here on Patience & Fortitude for free.
This book was fifteen years in the making, even if in the end it took several months of intense writing and editing and reliving the past to make it happen.
I am slowly posting the entirety of Grieving Futures: Surviving the Deaths of My Parents, here on Patience & Fortitude for free. You can still buy the book if you would like (doing so helps support my writing!). I am doing this to make it as available as...
I often relive moments of destruction. I cannot call them moments of fear or sadness or even grief, which, as words, fail to convey the feeling of being emotionally shattered. Destruction, on the other hand, is perfect. It beats you down for no reason and makes your heart thump wildly and painfully while you try to breathe.
That is my Troy. My childhood is nothing but transitory pieces of brittle paper and tape that, when gone, will leave no trace of us, of my family.
It is easy to just do something when a person dies, because there is certainly enough to do...
I did not realize that when a person dies, their body does not magically disintegrate a lá Obi Wan Kenobi in Star Wars. Let this be a lesson to young adults everywhere: do not base your conception of reality on your favorite movie...
Dealing with the pets after my parents died was just the beginning of my realization that grief was not just something that hit me at night, in the dark under the covers: it reached out into every mundane aspect of my life.
After Poppa died, there was a week of shock and paperwork and calling distant relatives and then…nothing. It was just me, the pets, the furniture, and memories.
Freak-outs for mourners are moments where we are out-of-sync with our own personality, those times when those who know us best give us strange looks followed by “how are you doing?” And we do not understand why they are asking.