Death and The Sun

Today is technically the darkest day of the year, but it doesn’t feel like that to me. The sun is bright where I am, if still going down a bit earlier than I would like.

In a way, it feels like the sun is reflecting my existence. Both of my parents died last week within 18 hours of each other, and it’s not their passing out of this world that is the premature darkness, in fact not at all. They had long, rich, interesting, passionate lives. Their pictures are in the encyclopedia of cliched meme-y wisdom about used-up bodies skidding in.

It’s more that it’s done. After a long while it’s done. They are dead, their bodies are used up and gone.

There is so much more to say, about who they were beyond their bodies. They were never into whatever this culture thinks bodies should be. And they were so far beyond what anyone ever talks about in terms of what we can be.

I know my family means nothing in terms of the world.

But we might trigger conversations.

More soon!

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