tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9152898439261461699.post4100978471155459553..comments2022-02-19T02:50:02.338-08:00Comments on Everyday Something -- the blog of Sasha Mobley: It's been a year since Steve took his lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9152898439261461699.post-20667381056919721402015-10-01T14:51:45.852-07:002015-10-01T14:51:45.852-07:00December 6, 2015 will be the anniversary of my bro...December 6, 2015 will be the anniversary of my brother's death. He was 46 and he sat down on his couch for a cigarette, and his heart stopped. I feel you, I hear you and, much as I could wish otherwise, I am learning to be grateful for grief's "terrible tender hands" as you so poignantly put it. Grateful for the compassion and capacity I have gained, and for the daily "memento mori" every thought of him (and of the me I also lost that day) engenders. Thank you for sharing so openly and relatably. I "know" I am not alone, but sometimes I forget. Our culture is so dismissive of death and grief; we get up, we move on, but we don't really—if we are lucky we find a way to survive it, creating ourselves anew from what is left and what we learn. Thank you for reminding me we are never alone in grief. I wish you and yours ease and grace.sansQuestionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04039597855642194951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9152898439261461699.post-17426184997093286452015-10-01T14:49:39.332-07:002015-10-01T14:49:39.332-07:00December 6, 2015 will be the anniversary of my bro...December 6, 2015 will be the anniversary of my brother's death. He was 46 and he sat down on his couch for a cigarette, and his heart stopped. I feel you, I hear you and, much as I could wish otherwise, I am learning to be grateful for grief's "terrible tender hands" as you so poignantly put it. Grateful for the compassion and capacity I have gained and for the daily "memento mori" every thought of him, and of the me I also lost that day, engenders. Thank you for sharing so openly and relatably. I "know" I am not alone, but sometimes I forget. Our culture is so dismissive of death and grief; we get up, we move on, but we don't really—if we are lucky we find a way to survive it, creating ourselves anew from what is left and what we learn. Thank you for reminding me we are never alone in grief. I wish you ease and grace.sansQuestionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04039597855642194951noreply@blogger.com