Afterword: The story of how the story was written.
Postscript: Add-ons to the original story.
Afterward: What happens next.
Okay fine, I didn’t know the difference between an afterword and a postscript, or that afterword and afterward were spelled differently and meant different things. You didn’t either, but then I suppose you didn’t just start a blog named Afterward without figuring that out first. Score one for you, but partial credit to me for my attempt at a profound sounding literary evasion.
You and Me
I wrote this song about our marriage. It’s the first song I ever wrote. I used the guitar she bought me before we were married. I sat in the bed on the place where she died as I sang it. I even recorded it on her old phone. None of this was in my mind…
Bottle Caps
One of the most emotionally exhausting things is missing things about Julie that annoyed me when she was alive. This immediately leads to a feeling that I wasted some of our relationship. Now the opportunity has gone forever. All aboard the train of grief and self-loathing. One of those things was her tendency to fill…
Idiots
There are some things that can be postponed, like moving the Day of the Dead arrangements that adorn our home. There are other things that have to be dealt with on someone else’s timeline. Predominantly, these are financial and government forms. I hate dealing with these things. Removing her name from bank accounts, transferring retirement…
Surfing
They say it comes it waves. Well, I sure say that. Here’s few of my waves. The day after Julie died, we went over to Sam’s Club and bought a giant (75″) TV. We exchanged the dark dining room with the bright family room, and set up the TV in what had been the dining…
Close from Far Away
If anyone read the first couple posts and noticed the bit at the end about the author: “I live in DC. My wife and kids live in Tucson. Everyone says the internet made the world smaller. We’ll see,” you may be wondering what that’s about. In early 2012, I left Tucson and went back to…
Love Story
Once upon a time in 1988 or so, I went to work at a yogurt shop in Portland. It was the second counter-service restaurant that I had worked. I was hired as the assistant manager, and primarily worked the evening shift. For anyone who has not worked in food service, the late shift people form…
Grieving
You might think that as the husband of someone who spent four years living with a brain tumor, I would somehow be ready for her death. Of course, I’m not shocked like someone who meets the policeman at the door and learns that his spouse has wrapped the CBR around a tree, but I am…
Starting Again
I wanted to start a different blog for a few reasons. First, JulieSlaysTheDrumph.com was (primarily) Julie’s story for her friends and family. It started to drift over time as she declined and I started writing about her care, but writing more on that blog just feels wrong. Concluding that blog with an obituary seems fitting.…
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