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We Will Pay the Price
CONTINUE READING: We Will Pay the Price“We will pay the price, but we will not count the cost” After seeing Rush live in Toronto for their Fifty Something tour, I have a newfound appreciation for their song Bravado. It was one of those songs I hadn’t really ever given much thought to, and now is constantly playing on a loop inside…
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9 Years Later
CONTINUE READING: 9 Years LaterYou have no idea what it took to become this strong. Most people see it as a strength while I am beginning to try not to see it as a major character flaw. The blood, sweat, and tears that had to happen to make me the person others never have to worry about. The one…
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I Met My Grief
CONTINUE READING: I Met My GriefWelp. I did it. I met my grief during a meditation. I feel like I’ve pushed it down or maybe put it in a jar and placed it on a high shelf and hid the ladder I used from myself. I haven’t taken it out in a while to get a real good look at…
This is how it all started…
I’m just a girl, standing in front of the universe, asking ‘what the fuck is going on?’. If you find yourself doing the same, in an ocean of grief, but still able to laugh about the absurdity…this might be the place for you. I have had more loss than most people will experience in their entire lifetime. I still stand by the fact the funeral home we frequent should start a rewards program with a punch card. Buy 9, get your 10th funeral for free. I wrote my first eulogy at 8, figured out how to do memorial videos before I graduated high school, have enough urns in my house that one of the rooms looks like a Haunted Mansion prop reject museum (Did I decorate it accordingly? Yes. Do I think it’s funny? Also, yes.), and have developed the unfortunate understanding that the bad things do happen.
I started this blog back in 2018 to attempt to process the loss of my mom. Then in 2019 to attempt to process my dad’s melanoma diagnosis, before ultimately losing him in 2020. Now, nobody’s daughter, but with a rage, sense of humor, and pessimistic optimism I’m hoping to process and maybe along the way help at least one person not feel so alone.
Kylie Munroe
90’s baby. Tampa,FL. Would rather spend time with animals versus people (most of the time). Late diagnosed ADHD (SO much of my life makes WAY more sense now). And my thoughts have additional bonus thoughts (like this one).
