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My mama died in March, she held out past my birthday on the second. My uncle died the day before yesterday. He drove me to mama's burial. I feel like I'm always going to be in a daze. My dad found a note he wrote to himself after his dad died. It said, 'now I know the truth'. I don't know anything. Well, maybe I know that ICUs are probably more humbling than award shows. I know that little things matter. I know that grief makes us naked and free. But it's a bitter liberation. I miss and resent prison. And I don't want to break anybody else out. I always go too far with analogies. I don't know where the sweet spot is but I know I pass it. I don't know what to do with this blog anymore. I don't talk to most of the people I featured. I don't know if anyone's reading. If you're reading, hi. Go hug somebody. Hugging matters. Hugging helps. I send you hugs.
