Light In This Life is done. I’m glad I won’t have to stare at all the clips anymore, and I’m really happy with how this came out considering it’s all sourced cell phone footage and photos.
This is an edited excerpt of something I posted in a support group earlier today (did I mention I found not one, but two! I actually like recently? It’s been an intense couple of weeks since we started working on the video with Eli.):
It’s been a really rough week working on “Light In This Life.” I spent Tuesday going through two years’ worth of photos. That was strange, watching the cycles of life leaving my face and slow recovery as I dealt with first my brother’s death and then other bits of various lies, ugliness, deceit, and you know, all…
So, I’m super stressed with the whole Suicide Prevention Project I was talking about the other day (only yesterday? It already feels like at least 4 days since I wrote that, you guys) between talking to a jillion strangers (very out of my introvert comfort zone) and hearing everybody’s heartbreaking stories and…
Let me start off by apologizing for not being around much. Honestly, I’ve been avoiding you guys for the past. . . more than a year. . .because there’s a thing that I’d normally love to talk to you about, but, like, not on the Internet. Life moves on and I’m doing okay (and the thing wasn’t exactly a direct me thing…
It has been a very long year.
TW - Depression, Grief, Suicide Loss
I woke up this morning from what is only the second dream I’ve had about my brother since he died. We are outside of a house taking pictures with The Nerdy Mr. The house is on top of a mountain or something, because the lawn is a sharply sloping hill that continues through the treeline.
The Nerdy Mr and I just had the best sex we have had in a year. That is all.
My passport (which I needed because I accidentally let my ID expire, and since I don’t drive didn’t notice until things got complicated) came today. I’m determined to leave the country in the next 18 months. Where should I go, GT?
This morning I found something ugly on my FB feed. Last Friday, or maybe Tuesday, a family was brutally murdered in Pensacola, Florida, and police are calling it a “Wiccan Ritual Killing.”
I just posted this a minute ago, but it poofed into the Kinja ether. So to reiterate:
Since it's Pesach (Passover) tonight, I wanted to share this video from one of my clients of matzoh being made by hand in a Brooklyn factory. It's safe for work, and you don't need the audio on to watch it (it's only music, and I could have timed it better). Enjoy!
You're gone six months today. It's a Wednesday, just like six months ago. I couldn't sleep last night, just like six months ago. I thought that by now the days would have been a bit more jumbled up and it would be a Monday or a Friday or, well, just not the same day of the week like the cosmos is trying to rub it in.
I took my brother's hat out for drinks. . . .
I've been trying to write this for weeks, but I just haven't had the time to decompress like this requires. Technically, I have even less time to do this now, since I have another hour of video that needs to be resynced, and there's a short film that really needs the shit edited out of it. But I'm hoping that talking…
It helps that the work is promotional in nature. The Nerdy Mr. and I put together a book trailer for talented author and dear friend Leanna Renee Hieber's newest work, The Eterna Files.
While I did have a lovely dream about my brother over the Christmas weekend, the waking world leaves something to be desired.
As I was falling asleep last night, I dreamed that I was having a conversation with a bunch of people in a car. The car pulled into a spot in a parking lot, and we got out of the car to walk into a diner (couldn't pin down which one, but it was one of three that my family used to frequent). I turned back to the car to…
Hey, buddy. I've been thinking about our childhood holidays a lot lately. This is pretty normal, considering here I am looking Christmas in the face. But this is the first year I can't pester you with a jillion questions.