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"And let me dream of you tonight for I miss you more than usual today"

— Edward Lee

how do i become my own father? - Alexander Anthony Mar

Sophia Loren / Unknown / @ ojibwa / Adélia Prado / Unmade Bed by Sally Strand / Paul Auster / Unknown / Lucille Clifton / Unknown Artist / Kaveh Akbar / Unknown Artist / Marguerite Duras / Claude Monet

‘Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.’

“Eulogy from a Physicist” by Aaron Freeman, with quotes from Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, and images from NASA, Interstellar, Getty, Petrichara, and Reuters.

1- NASA: GOODS-South.

2- NASA: NGC 1850.

3- NASA: Iberian Peninsula.

4- Christopher Nolan: Interstellar.

5- NASA: From the Earth to the Moon.

6- Hannah La Folette Ryan: Subway Hands.

7- Adams Evans: Heart Nebula.

8- NASA: Exploring the Antennae.

9- NASA: Crescent Moon from the International Space Station.

10- Petrichara.

11- Getty Images.

12- NASA: SMACS 0723.

13- Reuters

I love you. I know these words won’t reach you, but let me say them here again and again.

Let me share a piece of all this love that is rotting within me.

Wandermania.

3 years ago today they sat me down and told me you weren’t going to be okay.

Not because of cancer or a heart attack.

Something stupid.

An accident.

I didn’t even know that the last time I spoke to you would be the last.

Somehow it wasn’t a fight.

Somehow, you complemented me for the first time in a long time.

It felt like a new start.

A tenuous truce.

And then you were gone.

Forever.

It really was that bad.

We really did hurt each other.

We said awful things to each other.

Why did we have to hurt each other?

Was my pride that important?

Was the house always being messy that bad?

Could we have compromised somewhere?

Yeah. We could have.

But we can’t anymore.

Because you’re gone.

And I’m all that’s left.

You can’t apologize to a grave.

2 years

:(

Was told you talked to my sister a lot about how worried you were about me.

Somehow that didn't translate really well between you making fun of me and spending every holiday with her.

I wish I could give you a piece of my fucking mind right now.

Maybe I'll drive out to your grave and do that right now.

How did you live through all that shit just to be brought down by this? It makes no fucking sense.

I still need you.

I just want to hear your voice again

Yell at me

Please yell at me

Because then at least you'd be breathing

Thought of you

And where you've gone

And the world spins madly on

-The Weepies

Dad, I miss you

Dad, I'm sorry.

You got hurt suddenly, fatally.

I had my nose in the newest Andy Weir book and I was obsessed with it. The moment I heard my brother stomp on the floor above me, his door fly open, and the sound of an ambulance over a speakerphone lives in my brain.

It won't ever leave, though I didn't know it at the time.

You got hurt... A lot.

Like chronically.

On the way out the door I grabbed my book.

I figured you'd be okay.

I planned on a late night in the hospital, letting my mom go home to sleep while the kept you for observation and, hey, I could read my book.

I never opened that book again.

I returned it to the library unfinished.

I miss the little whistle you'd do to get someone's attention. The little two note high low whistle. You used it the last time I spoke to you and it was a good conversation. I still use it to get the cat's attention because it's what he responded to best.

He misses you like hell.

So do I.

I just sold my copy of Warioware Twisted so I deleted my save data. This is what the game tells you afterward

Please come back

Please

I miss you

I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you

I brought you a coffee with one cream. Just how you like it. From McDonald's, not Starbucks because I know you hate Starbucks and McDonald's is your favorite.

If there is an afterlife, I hope that leaving it here for you means you can enjoy it.

I miss you

Happy birthday.

Aeschylus’ The Oresteia: Agamemnon (tr. Richmond Lattimore)

I should have raked the pine needles with you. I should have gone to dinner with you.

I should have been there when it happened

I should have been there.

I don't want to be in this year. I want to go back. He's not in this year I want to go back please

I want him back. Please god

I know he's gone.

I love with the ramifications of that every day.

But I often catch myself referring to him like he's still here.

It's not out of delusion.

It's just hard to turn almost three decades of "is" to "was"

And each one twists the knife.

First snow without him.

I wish he'd yell at me to shovel the damn driveway.

How fucked up is that?