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  • Sat, 8:22: RT @NBCOlympics: "This should be an Olympic sport." 41 Olympic sports, 50 disciplines as their pictograms - in under five minutes. video.twitter.com…
  • Sat, 16:36: Always enjoy a niche interest. https://t.co/JdjdD0ZZni

  • Sat, 18:14: I have sad news, and I am sharing here because I know some people who cared about Mom, and by extension cared about Bill, would want to know and may not find out otherwise.

    Bill passed away this morning of COVID. He was admitted to the hospital only last night, that being my first notice of him even having it. It came to the worst possible outcome with incredible swiftness. It's true that he had several comorbidities, but still this disease is no joke.

    I'm not even certain how I am processing it myself. He and I were never close, but I did care about him, and I certainly cared that Mom was the love of his life (and vice versa). And of course, there was the fact that, after Mom died last year for reasons totally unrelated to COVID and yet in the middle of it, Bill was kind of the last way in which Mom lived on, though him.

    I suppose she still lives on through Christopher and me. Still, Bill and Mom were something to each other no one else could be. If nothing else, we can be comforted in the idea that they are now reunited. That was what Bill certainly longed for. I had countless issues over time with both of them, but one thing I could never deny was that they were made for each other—something none of the rest of us could see upon their stunningly rushed marriage in 1997, which was followed by 24 years of them proving us all wrong.

    Still: I'm going to bring something up that many probably won't want me to, but I am so far beyond giving a shit at this point. This unquestionably WOULD NOT have happened had Bill been vaccinated. This was a senseless, pointless, preventable death, just like hundreds of thousands of others this year and last.

    Get fucking vaccinated.

    https://t.co/mgk5qiZ1Mw

All Correct

She told me once "It tears
me apart to see you in such pain"
And then over the years
She hardly saw all that I had gained
Never meeting standards
She was sure they should reflect
Now grief manifests itself
In a variety of ways, all correct

She made me who I am
Whether she liked it or not
And being proud of that
Is still a comforting thought 
Somehow we made it through
With our identities intact
And grief manifests itself
In a variety of ways, all correct

She found someone who brought her
A kind of joy she never knew before
She was falling and he caught her
Just before she hit the floor
He offered something we couldn't give her
A depth of freedom to connect
And grief manifests itself
In a variety of ways, all correct

And I cry
For what could have been
I cry, I cry, I cry
For what could have been
And what we thought we had back then
All the things we could have said

We'll never have the chance again

There's a future gone for all of us now
She passed the point of no return
All the gestures what small comfort allow
But thank you all for your concern
It's a mystery quite how we all go on
Sad or numb, wistful or bereft
And grief manifests itself, on and on
In ways we just have to respect

And grief manifests itself
In a variety of ways,
Through a random list of days,
All select,
All direct,
All correct.

"copywrite" 8:40 a.m. friday july 24, 2020