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4 Ways My Son’s Passing Is Changing My Life
For good, I hope
One way grief has transformed my life is that it has made writing much more difficult. It took me two weeks to finally finish my first essay about Scott’s passing.
It’s hard to write through pain and sadness.
That’s why I decided to make this post a listicle, because listicles are easier to write. You compose an introduction, make your list, and fill in the text. That’s how I got up the nerve to write publicly, six years ago. It served its purpose then and is serving me again now that I am a bit frozen by my sadness.
Another way to make writing this article easier would be to feed Claude a few prompts and watch while it coughs up a serviceable article in two seconds. That’s more than easy. But I write essays about how I’m dealing with old age — first-person singular essays — and I don’t want the stench of AI on my work.
So here is my listicle on five ways my son’s passing is changing my life, 100 percent human-written.
Return to Stillness
Grief cancels your appointments, clears your calendar, erases your to-do list, postpones your bucket list, and wipes away the trivial, frivolous, small talk, and chit-chat of normal life you take for granted until the rug is pulled out from…
