I was ambivalent about writing this post. The last time I wrote about Brixton – a cat named after a suburb – was in December 2022, a few weeks after she walked into our lives. Now I’m writing to memorialize her, just a year later, and a part of me feels like it’s a weird thing to do. But even though Brixton, a.k.a. Brixie, wasn’t with us for long, she was special. She had a big impact on our lives. She deserves a proper remembrance.
Grieving for Jon, Ten Years Later
For the past couple of months, I’ve been thinking about what to write in my blog for the ten-year anniversary of Jon’s death. Jon died a decade ago tomorrow.
I don’t think about Jon’s death anywhere near as often as I used to. For the first couple of years I obsessed about it constantly and December 19th loomed in my mind for weeks in advance. I wrote an intense post about Jon on the one-year anniversary of his death, and I’m sure I referenced it in subsequent years, too. But the pain faded with time. There were years when I only thought briefly of Jon on December 19th, and more with a feeling of wistful nostalgia than grief.
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Farewell From the Melville Cat
From the Melville Cat:
Good day, friends. I have sad news: This will be my final blog post.
I am writing to you from Beyond. I don’t know where I’ve gone, exactly. But all is well. I will try my best to explain.
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Feeling South Africa's Pain
Back in the olden days, I often used this blog as a vessel for my grief and sadness. I went through a lot of tangible pain in the early 2Summers years – losing a partner to addiction, among other things – and the blog was one of my coping mechanisms. (You can find those old posts under the grief hashtag – scroll back to the early ones.)