Archive for the ‘death’ Category

No One Here Gets Out Alive

Posted: 24th April 2017 by Robyn Jane in death, depression, philosophy
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Hello, friends. Yes, it’s been a while. Between health issues, the collapse of my marriage, and Internet problems, I haven’t been up to writing. But I’ve had a lot of time to think. And a lot of that thinking had a lot to do with life, death, and what really matters to me. February marked […]

Rest in Power

Posted: 22nd June 2016 by Robyn Jane in death, homophobia, LGBT, LGBTQ rights

Never forget their names: Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34 years oldStanley Almodovar III, 23 years oldLuis Omar Ocasio-Capo, 20 years oldJuan Ramon Guerrero, 22 years oldEric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36 years oldPeter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22 years oldLuis S. Vielma, 22 years oldKimberly Morris, 37 years oldEddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30 years oldDarryl Roman Burt II, 29 years oldDeonka […]

My Father: A Study in Selflessness

Posted: 21st April 2016 by Robyn Jane in death, family
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A Memoir (The transcript of the eulogy I gave at my father’s memorial service) My father once apologized to me and said, “The shoemaker’s kids go barefoot and the baker’s family goes hungry.” He was commenting on his 27 years as an Air Force chaplain, when his duty frequently took him away in the middle […]

Thanatopsis

Posted: 3rd March 2016 by Robyn Jane in death, family, memories
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Every Death Is Different My parents died 32 years apart, and I’m finding it interesting how different their deaths are. Or, to be accurate, how different my reactions are. Because they’re truly different. I’m sure most of the differences lie in the fact that I’m not the person I was three decades ago. Then, I […]

Maryland, My Maryland

Posted: 14th February 2016 by Robyn Jane in death, family
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Last night Stacey and I got home from our trip to Maryland to bury my father. Except we didn’t bury him. Joyce, my stepmom, will do that in the spring. She’ll take his cremains to Albrightsville, Pennsylvania, and inter them in the same plot that holds my mother and my first stepmother, Carol. My father […]