Saturday
This blog is kept by a former Minnesotan living in California who lost his clearly beloved wife just minutes after she gave birth to their tiny, premature daughter seven weeks ago.
His writing is heartbreaking and honest and profound and sometimes trivial in a really genuine, human way. He’s got a great voice and considering all he’s trudged though unexpectedly in the past two months, his resilience just blows me away.
He writes today about their tiny house and how his wife used to call him on his cell phone to get his attention - to bug him and flirt with him - even though he could have heard her whisper in the other room.
I think if I were his Liz, I would be looking down now in amazement that someone loved me and now longed for me like this.
It’s always worth the read.
(via beenthinking)
Not since A Year of Magical Thinking have I felt so sad for another person.
Ok, that was so sad, especially reading the post at 7 pm the night before his wife died, talking about the birth of the baby…to be so happy one moment, and the next post is the obituary. :(
It’s 10:30 on a Sunday night and I am sitting on my couch reading through these archives. And bawling. Seriously, puddles of tears.