“We’re growing apart but we pull it together, pull it together, together again.”
I’ve always been a crier. It’s who I am. Like the dimple in my chin when I smile, or the way my laugh skates above all crowds or how my eyes are green. Every couple weeks I visit a blog that has yet to fail to make me cry deep from the pit of my stomach. Matt Logelin now I know we all spend hours on our computers, drifting from site to site, some meaningful, some…not, but if you are reading this, go take ten minutes and read his story.
Read a paragraph, a sentence, fourteen posts, as long as it’s something, the way the verses of his life blare out always hits me somewhere that I never knew was there. Loss is unique, who the person was to you, who they were to the world, who you were to them, who you are now, losing someone is like a snowflake, no one situation the same. But in the broadest sense, it’s all snow, it’s all similar, that tug from your heart, your gut, your feet. I lost my Mum, but in reading his words I always feel like someones laid down the truest voice of it all. And that even after so much time, it still sucks, and when you think it’s better, maybe it’s not, and when you feel your worst, maybe you’ve got fight left, and sometime you can’t do anything other then say fuck, a lot.
The Liz Logelin Foundation asks for everyone to donate $7.00 on the Seventh of every month. That’s nothing, a new mascara, a happy meal, 5km in gas, donating to this charity will feel so much better than anything else you were thinking of buying today.
