One of my oldest and dearest friends, Elizabeth, called yesterday from NYC to be with me as I did this. I had her on Bluetooth, until my earpiece died and I had to hold the phone for the last bit. Elizabeth has been there for me through all the best and worst parts of my life over the years I’ve known her. I can honestly say that as much wonderful support as I’ve had from all my friends over the last few months, and there has been a ton of love shown to me by them, Elizabeth is without a doubt the single biggest contributing factor to the fact that I am still above ground, sucking air. Over the last few months, she has spent hours and hours on the phone with me, supporting me, without judgment, virtually holding my hand and listening to me cry and whine, and offering only love and encouragement.
I cannot thank you enough, Elizabeth. xoxoxox
The death certificate has her middle name wrong. It was Lynn, but the certificate lists it as “Lou”. I sort of found that humorous, but it’s going to need amending. I suppose I’ll have to take care of that eventually.
Now I have a Mom-in-a-Box. It’s like a Jack-in-the-Box, but with the faint aroma of beer and weed. Also, it doesn’t pop up and scare the shit out of you when you crank the handle. I hope.
Opening the box with Mom herself in it was a bit tough, but once I got past that, it wasn’t so bad. There were little notes in there from her friend and nurse, Linda, that made me smile. Thank you, Linda.
Among other trinkets, my high-school graduation tassel was in the box of Mom’s stuff. I’d completely forgotten about it after all these years, but immediately recognized it.
And of course, as always… Ragz never misses an opportunity to photobomb. He is such a ham.
To repeat the disclaimer, this is a project about re-discovery. It’s about remembering who I am, what I’m about, what I love and what I do not. Fair warning, this project will be posted here rather than at my SFW site because there will be nudity from time to time. Some of it will be of me, some not, some artistic and pretty to look at, some just raw.
I don’t intend to think of something every day and then shoot it, though I may do that sometimes, too. But sometimes I will just shoot, and then find something about myself in the frames and post about that thing, whatever it is.