Here's a note I wrote to myself:
blog - summer and creativity break; the funeral et al - the turtle 4th of july nah.
Translation: I want to write a blog post, but it's summer, my kid's camp hasn't started and I haven't arsed myself to cough up a damn word in weeks. Our beloved Great-Aunt Amelia passed away at 100 (and a half) and though we will miss her, she was at peace and her funeral was less of a weepy occasion and more of a triumph in her name, a celebration of someone who was made from love and who was loved double in return by all of those whose lives she touched. It was a magical experience to be surrounded by the people who shaped me, even if I am fully tired of people now. My grandmother is now the last of nine siblings, and I can't even fathom how that feels in general, even if you could separate it from the fact that she and Amelia saw each other every single day. There was some metaphor I was trying to make about this gigantic turtle that we narrowly missed running over when we were driving up 95 to get to Maine last week, but I don't quite have it.
"4th of july nah" has been my position on our national holiday for years, but especially this one and I don't think I need to spell out why.
Be safe out there baby cakeses!
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