Rembering my niece today

Between

I just finished two HUGE projects at work, so this week will be a good respite. My sister and her daughter, Emily, come to visit on Friday; it'll be good to see them again. It has been a bad couple of years for my sister since Hannah died. I hope that she'll be able to rest out here.

I've been struggling with the outlines for my scripts this weekend, but feel like I've made some progress. I'm planning to divide the series into two parts so that I can sell the first part and hope that it will allow me enough finances to fund the second part. Going slowwwww....

Silvi spent the night over at my parent's this weekend so Annie and I went to see the latest Die Hard film, which was very enjoyable. The perfect film to help me forget all about ontology and dualism.

Memorial bench

Today marks a year-and-a-half since my sister's daughter, Hannah, died in her sleep. A few friends of hers placed a bench in a park in memorial. Here's a picture of the occasion.

For Hannah, and her Mother who misses her

I made this video for my sister who is trying not to disappear. I made this video for Hannah who touched us all in her short life.

Slideshow

My sister created a nice slideshow of her daughter, Hannah, here. She also asks the unanswerable quesions here.

Blackstable

My sister has begun to write about the loss of her daughter here. She is a wonderful and powerful writer; I hope you spend a few minutes in her story.

My sister

Tracy, my sister, left on Wednesday after five days here in Minneapolis. She continues to grieve horribly for her lost daughter. I say lost because I imagine my sister hopes that one day she will find her daughter. At the end of the toy aisle in the department store. In the car next to her at the stop light. In the park.

Grief is so very lonely. So personal. I want to go into my sister's world, to sit with her. She is a shell these days. A container that holds who she once was... before.

Her eyes reveal... a terror. Death is real. It comes at night. It takes the innocent. The weak. My sister cannot stop Death. It will come again. And again.

And again.