01/18/2026
⚠️ Warning: Graphic language + emotional whiplash ahead. Proceed like you’re approaching a water hazard—cautiously but committed. ⚠️
After a few weeks of hiding from the world like a feral woodland creature, I finally crawled out of my grief cave a few times and attempted to interact with humans. My friends and family have shown up every single day—checking on me, feeding me, and making sure I haven’t set anything important on fire. I’m so grateful… even if I look only slightly less feral today.
I also made a tiny bit of progress on the RV park dream. Met with a few folks who actually know what they’re doing (unlike me, who is currently winging life with the confidence of a toddler holding a flashlight). I shared my vision, braced for the “bless your heart,” and instead got real enthusiasm and encouragement. Phew…
And now… presenting this week’s MVP: Billy. This man listened, really listened, while I sobbed. There was snot -so much-And yet… he did NOT run, did NOT back away slowly, and did NOT fake a phone call (though he may have considered it). Billy, thank you for staying. You deserve great things, sir!
A friend also gave me “F**k Death” by Steve Case (highly recommend)! The introduction alone wrecked me, bawling like I was auditioning for ‘One Life to Live’, but it pushed me to ask: How am I ACTUALLY feeling?
Spoiler: I’m struggling. Like “trying to make major life decisions with the emotional capacity of a houseplant” struggling. This week forced me into a thousand heavy choices I did NOT feel ready for. The book doesn’t mention a self-pity stage, but it does say to say “F**k Death!” as often as needed.
So I am.
Loudly.
Repeatedly.
F**K DEATH.
10/10 therapeutic. Highly recommend.
Thank you all for loving me through this mess.
I miss you, baby!!! Here’s to our happy place!
—The Disc Golf Widow
