Oof, my heart.

Long live the t-shirt era!

Signed,
A graphic tee enthusiast

In life, there are few things more cathartic than Mulder decking Krycek.

Oh, hi! I’m your appendix!

*three months later*

What’s up?! We’re bilateral pulmonary embolisms!

And, of course, happy new year.

You ‘ol son of a gun. Thank you for finding the positive.

“Even one good movie” 😆

Oh my. This is too much for first thing in the morning.

Ha HA ho ho!

GARBAGE day!

Etc

Not a parent & won’t be, but I do work with kids full time. This is spot on, and extends to all sorts of other things made for them. Kids don’t get enough credit for what they’re capable of doing, understanding, or appreciating.

Over time, my anger about his alcoholism and his treatment of my family faded. But those bits of memory from the final weeks are sharp and bright as ever.

I sat halfway back, occasionally peeping the side of his face through the rows of people, wondering “is this the last moment I’ll see him? Is this it? Now? Now?” The noise of the casket closing was thunderous. I closed my eyes as they walked the casket past me.

I remember running late to the funeral, and then being shocked to find that it was an open casket. I didn’t know I would see him again and it was traumatic. The church was overwhelmingly gold inside.

I remember waking up to an answering machine message that he’d passed in the night.

I remember my friends bringing me soup and taking me to a college hockey game. I remember the kindness of the professors who let me delay taking my exams.