HeyJaredGrief Casseroles
Words on life, loss, and being human. Turning toward what hurts and helping you do the same. Occasionally funny. Always human. No AI. 🇨🇦🏳️🌈
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The Good Widow (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe good widow never brings up her husband. When people ask where he is, she simply says he is late. The good widow takes off her wedding rings the day after it happens. She tucks them away next to grandma’s charm bracelet, dead watches, a lock of hair. The good widow moves about her kitchen with grace, she places a pie on the windowsill, she straightens her back. She does not ugly cry if she cries at all, she sheds a single
The Meadow (opens the original)
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Lately, I’ve been thinking about backcountry camping. It was something Toby and I used to do together. Ever since he died, I’ve been telling myself it’s too hard to do alone. There’s too much preparation. It’s too overwhelming. Too many things could happen.These aren’t untrue statements. One time when Toby and I were camping, we were looking up at the night sky with our heads inside the tent and our legs stretched out on the beach when something ran across his thigh and into the tent. I jumped u
Unpreventable Deaths (opens the original)
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Summer used to feel different, and I’m not just talking about the wildfires and the wars and the burned earth. Summer was once a shiny blue convertible under the sun, winding lazily along a scenic road. A slow drive to happy music. A backseat packed with picnic baskets and plans and people I used to know. Every year, part of me thinks I’ll reenter that version of things, that this time, it will be different. And for a while, it kind of is. But summer always lives a short life before it crashes h
All the Time in the World (opens the original)
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Salt Spring Island was Toby’s first home in BC. He fell in love with its charm and beauty; he was awestruck by its evergreen giants and hulking mountains that seemed to emerge from nowhere. Toby grew up in rural Ontario, and moving to Salt Spring felt like a different planet. To him, the place was magical. Every summer, we talked about visiting Salt Spring. I had never been there, and Toby was so excited to show me all the things that made it special—the warm lakes, the roadside farm stands, the
Letting Go (opens the original)
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This is me and my best friend, Jessica. There was a time when this picture, this moment, seemed impossible. For one thing, I thought I’d never get a wedding day. Too many bad experiences had convinced me that love was nothing more than trickery and breadcrumbs and waiting to be discarded. If you were lucky, that is. Sometimes, it was something worse. So I decided it was easier and safer to tell myself that love wasn’t real, that it was nothing more than a silly fantasy, a lie1.But there’s anothe
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