Category Archives: Grief and Mourning

The Road

Posted on December 18, 2015 by clubfredbaja

You say, “The Road won’t win this time. I will nail my feet to the ground. I will hold fast. I will be normal.” You make plans and you imagine yourself the star of a movie where nothing changes and … Continue reading →

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Happy

Posted on November 30, 2015 by clubfredbaja

I had this idea for a really long blog post about how I’ve been having more and more moments of happiness lately and how I can finally feel the magic power of time starting to do its thing. I thought … Continue reading →

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The Goodbye Club

Posted on October 16, 2015 by clubfredbaja

A week ago I woke up from one of those dreams that felt so real the transition back to waking life was disorienting for several minutes. In the dream, I was walking down a sunlit street. A parade was going … Continue reading →

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That Day I Went Crazy

Posted on July 28, 2015 by clubfredbaja

I threw eggs into the forest today. My dad died from complications of pneumonia on July 25th, forty-seven days after my sister died. I think I’m in shock though it feels deeper and stranger than that. Robert—“Bob”—Marrington was born on … Continue reading →

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Not Only Sun

Posted on June 29, 2015 by clubfredbaja

I want to talk about my grief. I don’t want to talk about my grief. I don’t want pity for the sake of pity. I don’t want to be handled or coddled or treated as frail. I don’t want people … Continue reading →

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Writing Between the Falling Bombs

Posted on June 15, 2015 by clubfredbaja

In the spring of 1999, Novak Djokovic was playing tennis in an empty swimming pool. When air raid sirens sounded, he, his coach and his fellow players would run for the nearest bomb shelter and wait until it was safe … Continue reading →

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