what is next?

I spoke at my dad’s funeral a couple of weeks ago.

It was very hard for me to do. Very. I wanted to so badly, I felt he deserved it and that I needed to do it precisely because it was so so hard and a most meaningful thing I could do for someone so important to me.

At the same time I felt sick to my stomach about it for over a week. It even woke me from deep sleep many nights.

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Our society loves strength and abhors weakness.
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death by boot camp

Last weekend, I ended up like this. Stripped of dignity, pride and let’s hope a few bits of jiggly wiggly.

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