My Mother’s Eulogy
My mother’s body was buried today. I wrote something to be read at the service since I can’t be there. Jane Elizabeth Harrer, March 21, 1935 — May 2, 2013. Child of the Depression My mother, Jane, was born during the Great Depression, the younger child of Clarence and Beatrice. She grew up in a Chicago suburb surrounded by family, living next door to her aunt and uncle and spending lazy summers by the river. By all accounts, she had a wonderful childhood filled with...
Read MoreFarewell, Mom: Jane Elizabeth Asbury, Mar 21 1935 – May 2 2013
I’m half an orphan now. Maybe I’m being dramatic, but goddamn it my mother died last week and I now feel as if my umbilicus was ripped out by its roots and I’m floating, unanchored and adrift. Motherless. I hate this feeling. I know it will change, and I knew my mom would die some day (right? we know this?) but OMFG I had no idea how it would feel. Let me tell you about my mom. Jane. Jane was born during the Great Depression, the younger child of Clarence and Bea. They lived...
Read MoreWhat’s so bad about dying?
Oh come on. Perfectly plausible question. What’s so bad about dying? Most of us go our whole lives trying to avoid it. Yet, none of us can, not under conditions as we understand them to be. But why? What is so bad about being dead? When you’re dead, you’re not alive [insert a buffalo-sized DUH here]. Okay, I understand that. Dead = not alive. Being alive means you get to play in this beautiful playground we think of as life on earth. Being alive means you get to play with...
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