Life After Steve: My Words

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Monday, February 3, 2014

Interview

Some tattoos have deep meaning. Read more, and hear @KikiMarcus share the story behind her memorial tattoo here. http://t.co/xl6dRuVr6T
— Brittany Keeperman (@BodyModChicago) February 4, 2014

Friday, May 17, 2013

I saw a version of this on Facebook but it didn't feel exactly right. It had a happy robin-egg blue background and not enough swearing. I like my version better. More black. More swearing.

Here's the thing... as I creep up on the three year mark of Steve's death, I realize more and more how much was burned away from me as I struggled to find the will to continue living. In other words, the amount of fucks I give about any given anything, has been drastically reduced. And the amount of fucks I gave before Steve died was fairly limited to start with.

And having survived that pain, there's not much more the world, or anyone in it, can do to make me blink.

But the people and experiences I love? I love them all with more depth and breadth than I ever imagined possible. Surviving widowhood has burned me down to a more concentrated self. I know who I am. I know what I love.

That's right. I'm a widow. And I know how to bury people.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Love the One You Hold

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Love What You Love

I've seen this written as "live what you love". Which just seems silly to me. If I need to be reminded to love what I do then I need more help than a simple saying can give me. I prefer the permission to love whatever I love. I'm sick of feeling guilty for loving my dead husband. Sick of feeling guilty for loving to buy expensive shoes and then walking around barefooted a majority of the time. Sick of feeling guilty for being wise in choosing who to love. I love what I love. You can love what you love. And guilt doesn't belong anywhere near that love.