From 8c34d810af95fae0ef846f54370a8c88bfab7123 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "netop://ウィビ" Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2026 14:24:49 -0700 Subject: initial commit --- memos/WM-070.txt | 78 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 78 insertions(+) create mode 100644 memos/WM-070.txt (limited to 'memos/WM-070.txt') diff --git a/memos/WM-070.txt b/memos/WM-070.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..184de23 --- /dev/null +++ b/memos/WM-070.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ + + + + + + + +Document: WM-070 P. Webb +Category: Life 2025.05.20 + + Good Grief + +Abstract + + Thanks, I hate it. + +Body + + Grief is weird. + + Getting the call a loved one has passed and attending the funeral are + obvious moments of grief and you can expect tears and shock to come + from that. What I was not prepared for (who is?) was random pangs of + grief that occur when you're just trying to live your life. + + My wife is a student at a fashion college and recently participated + in their fashion show…as did I, as her model[1]! We're both fans of + "Fashion Runway" ("Next in Fashion" is a decent show but doesn't + quite hit the same) and "Making the Cut" so we couldn't pass up the + chance to get involved. It was an exciting experience. Last weekend + we attended a fashion show at another college in the area, this time + as mere audience members. Another great experience! + + My grandmother **loved** fashion and accessorizing. Fur coats and + gowns were her THING and she carried herself with the grace of + knowing that she was THE best dressed person in the room. + + I'm helping relaunch a beauty company that had to shut down during + the pandemic (it's basically Uber for beauty). It only just occurred + to me last night that my grandmother would've been excited about what + I'm working on because guess what? For many years, she ran a + barbershop/beauty salon. As a kid, she made sure that my haircuts + were clean af ("Ooh my grandson so HANDsome"). + + I'm happy when I remember these moments but then I remember I can't + tell her about new moments. I can't share pictures and videos with + her. She would've loved to see me strut down the runway. She would've + loved to be involved in the marketing for this beauty company (she'd + probably insist, actually). I can't hear her words of excitement, + encouragement, motivation, nothing. And that's when the hurt and the + tears come. + + I have a small vial of her ashes in a necklace and I wear it when I + feel that my outfit is sick (she was with me on that runway) so it's + a small consolation. I'll never experience her hugs[2] again and that + fucks me up. Her birthday is in 10 days so I gotta remember to have a + Klondike bar (her favorite). + + I wish grief was like a papercut; feel the sting, cry if you need to, + apply a Band‑Aid over it, keep it moving. Forgettable. + + I guess the point of grief is that you DO remember everything you + cherished about a person. It's been five months since she passed. + I'm so thankful we reconnected in a big way the year prior. At least + I don't have regrets? + + Claretha Johnson enriched my life in ways I'm sure I don't even + see yet. + + 🕸️ + + P.S. Apologies for the Instagram links, haven't setup a self‑hosted + photo solution yet. + +References + + [1] + [2] -- cgit v1.2.3