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Mourn Them, Do Not; Miss Them, Do Not.
A brief note on how triumph and tragedy can often walk hand in hand.
So the exhibition went well tonight. It was nice to see my two pieces displayed prominently. I got to meet the artist who curated the show; nice guy, very well spoken. I had to screw with my sleep cycle a bit to make the event, so I was dragging most of the time. Thankfully there were plenty of grapes and some decent vino on offer to take the edge off. That said, there was a bit of a grey cloud hanging over everything owing to the fact that a family member died tonight after suffering critical injuries in a traffic-on-pedestrian accident.
I’m not a very sentimental person and my emotional attachments to my family are practically non-existent. Thus, some might find me a bit callous for not being brought to grief over the fact that my Aunt passed tonight after being taken off of life support, barely a day after some reckless shit-stick rammed her with their vehicle as she was walking to a new job down South. I haven’t been close to her since I was a kid, so there really isn’t much of a loss here for me. Plus, having treatment resistant depression leaves one a bit flat most of the time, emotionally speaking, so there’s that to consider.
That said, one of the big things I’ve tried to stress as one of my tools for…
