An excerpt from a very moving essay about grief:
i'm finally home at the cloud club after a whole week of death and afterdeath. i drove anthony's ashes in a car through the rain today. it felt comforting, getting his ashes. his clown-brother michael handed me the box and said "anthony, to go!". he's more absurd than his brother. i love him, too. it was nice to go on a drive down a rainy street with a box of someone at my side. slightly less lonely, in a spooky sort of way....one of the things i've been combatting all the sadness with is gratitude. if you've read brene brown's book, you'll understand the psychology behind this, but it is real. gratitude eats fear, it eats shame, it eats sadness, it eats depression, it eats a lot of things.
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