Death Filter
  1. “There’s something about the confluence of springtime and death that feels right: life ends and life starts up in an explosion of pink blossoms. I’ve got grief on one shoulder and gratitude on the other, writing a book while losing the person who was most convinced I should be writing books.”

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  2. An Interview with “Furnishing Eternity” Author David Giffels

    “It’s easier to regain the immediacy of something that’s in the near distant past than it is to step away from the immediacy of something ongoing.” Rebecca Moon Ruark chats with David Giffels on memoir writing, journaling, loss, and how he enlisted his dad to help him build his own casket.

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  3. “Cancer Is Completing My Life, Making It Whole”: The Blogging Journey of Julie Yip-Williams

    In Julie Yip-Williams’ final blog post at My Cancer Fighting Journey, she recounts her blog-to-book journey.

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  4. Essay: Sorrow for the Wings

    Writer Shawn McClure remembers baby chicks: “In the basement of his old farmhouse, my grandfather had a brooder. It looked like a multi-storied apartment building for chicks. They would crowd around the light bulb for heat, like yellow electrons darting around a red nucleus.”

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  5. 1000 days

    “There was a pair of shoes at Nordstrom’s last week that Dave would have loved, but I didn’t buy them because I couldn’t remember his shoe size.
     
    And, obviously, also because dead men do not need shoes.”
     
    Ra Avis remembers her husband, 1000 days since his death.

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  6. My secret battle.

    Simon Thomas on depression, anxiety, and grief:  “Right now all I can muster is the strength to hold onto that rock and try my best, to try and be as Godly a Dad as I can for Ethan and trust that out of this fog of grief all that I felt before will clear…”

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  7. “So you keep a secret drawer with a few items of her favorite clothes. And you retreat to press your face into them, searching for the familiar scent of her that has long since faded.” — Suzanne Leitz on the marks left by loss.

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  8. The Death Project

    Susan Briscoe’s blog documents her life with advanced terminal cancer, and focuses on her belief that “it’s important to talk about death and dying in this society that tries so hard to avoid it.”

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  9. The Shape of Goodness

    Blogger Cate remembers her friend: “Something larger and finer than a single human departs when such a person dies:  a grace, a hope, a loveliness. An encouragement in a world that desperately needs encouragement.”

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  10. Writing Through Grief: Five Posts

    Five pieces that have deeply moved us over the last few months.

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    Photo by Robert Couse-Baker (CC BY 2.0)
  11. “Stuck in her mouth was a single blade of green grass, her last effort to stave off dehydration, hypothermia, starvation, as if by swallowing that blade she could puke up death itself, like a hairball, and be well again.”

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  12. “Your parents will . . . find a cemetery, one close by, so your Mom can visit you every day; pick out a nice four by eight foot plot, maybe beside a tree, and buy the only piece of real estate you will ever own.”

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  13. One Phone Call Can Change Everything

    “A lot can change in the course of one phone call.” At Commode to Joy, Jamie Muscato writes about her father’s death, her strong bond with her brother Troy, and the call that changed everything seven years ago.

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  14. The Uneasy Life of a Middle East Skeleton

    “So for those who knew, it must have been very strange that we have dead bones in our closet.” The Caspers are an American expat family in Cairo, Egypt. Jayson Casper tells the story of Max, the skeleton they’ve lived with, and explores a different view of death in Middle East culture.

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  15. cleaning the house, tending the weeds.

    On the accretion of stuff: “And so, without siblings in whose faces we might see our pasts, and without children who reflect back to us ourselves and our future, we cling to the representational, the inanimate, the stuff to which we attach memory and meaning.”

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