The strangest things will erect a barrier for my creativity. An impedance for the things that I need to live something other than a half life. What I know must do is look deep and stop making excuses for the walls I make and the attachments I place upon them. It is in this act of cutting the strings I let my mind lace up that true strength is created.
Saturday, February 13, 2021
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
I am alive and you are still here.
Sunday, January 24, 2021
Mourning
For
Kristen Moskway
“A
life that touches other goes on forever.”
Unknown
I
shall breathe and channel these emotions into words, letting the pathos flow
like the rivers of tears that I want to shed. Yet I have been unable to cry for
some reason and it has been years. It is some strange thing tempered out of my
being from three quarters of a decade of pain. So, this is for the world. This
is a physical manifestation of what I feeling but I am only able to type it out
in graphemes. Ink stuck on paper over and over again trying to make peace with
the inevitable that we all die. It is just whether or not we have touched the
world or the lives others or not. This
is my attempt to acknowledge and cherish her memory.
I’ve
known her since the 6th grade at Kemps Landing Middle School. We
were in the same group. I the members I have of then were just her smile and
her general kindness, and the warm comfortable presence she brought to a
situation. She had an ability to put people at ease and inherit aptitude that
not many people are capable of possessing. After 6th grade I didn’t
see her for two years as she went to Kempsville middle. We had varying classes
together over the 4 years of high school together. We shared one single class
in senior year. Where she should her sincerity, kindness, and generosity every
day. As I would eventually learn through my own personal experiences typically
the kindest people in the room are the saddest. After graduation I had a spare
ticket to Carrot Top (I REALLY REGRET not buying George Carlin tickets) So
Daniel Yoder, Kristen, a mutual friend, and I went to the show. I did this as
way of returning the years of kindness. We dropped back off at her vehicle
after the show which we all actually enjoyed. That was the last time I spoke or
saw here in 9 years.
Sometime
in late 2008 /2009 we started hanging out emailing, going out to dinner, and
doing things together. She wasn’t happy with her job and was very depressed
about numerous things. We had a brief period but that went away as her energy
was robbed from her by the job and her depression.
Her
death is truly the first non-familial death has moved in 17 years since Daniel
Yoder’s from suicide. The world lost a ruby in a sea of quartz on Monday. Now
we are not exactly sure of the cause of death of her, but given the past
history, and of the other context clues it is an easy conjecture to draw that
conclusion. You cannot fault someone for making such a grave action. We all
battel each day with out own demons. Some cannot begin to fathom the herculean
effort that it takes for some to exist every singe day. They do it not for love
for themselves but for the love of their friends and family. She was loved by
many. These are exerts from the last communication I had with her in 02/2009 “'I’ve sunk into my own little hole. ““Just
don't have the energy to do anything but stay alive myself. I never emailed her back after that because I understood and I
been at that point many of times.
This morning I woke up and I was sadden, I have
not been this sad in four year when I saw my father waste away in less than 3
from pancreatic cancer. So how could I be like? Because I remembered that the
kindest people are always the saddest, and I know this because I see it
everyday in the mirror. So,
I urge those suffering the most in these chaotic times to get help (or at least
find someone to talk to) if you are start to doubt things just to talk.
Medication is not always the first step or the right solution to solving a
mental health crisis.