#eulogies

[agracefulfall]

Funeral in my Brain

A series of little childhood griefs and their eulogies.

"And then a Plank in Reason, broke, and I dropped down, and down — and hit a World, at every plunge, and Finished knowing — then."

1. Touch. 2. Memory. 3. Body. 4. Identity.

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Liquid Love

A series of recovered passenger gems and little resurrections.

"I'm taking back all the pieces of me that were taken unwillingly. Offering myself up to the heavens. I'm ready to love what I've been given."

1. Heart. 2. Movement. 3. Dreams.

[wickedzeevyln]

Swans

Time has stripped him of his thoughts,yet his heart is stapled in place,and his eyes bore the indelible stamp of enduring love.When he was young, the afternoons were long like boredom, bottomless, eternal, decaying,but he knew how to temper it, a koi-like demeanor to stay patient with nothing to stir the pond,something wonderful is bound to come his way,and the gray village passed through the…

[theoffingmag]

KB Brookins, “Eulogy: Tron Blue”

[notesfromthecactuspatch-blog]

In Remembrance

“In Remembrance.” How many times have you rolled your eyes at that phrase? Obituaries, Eulogies, sympathy cards, and Life Celebrations all bring it to mind, but to me, it feels like a worn-out catchphrase from the past. Not the most fitting expression, but it has that eye-roll-inducing charm. My grandparents, bless their hearts, were professional funeral attendees. They never missed a chance to…

[bekolxeram]

Boyfriend vs Best friend

When you accidentally traumatized 15 kids with a real corpse

When you're spiraling over a stupid curse

When you have boils all over your face

But at the end of the day,

They care for you

They show up for you

And they laugh at you... just a little bit

[ryanishyperfixating]

Based on the fic Abandon My Eulogy by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face

I don’t know why but this detail stuck with me for a bit. It’s like some “big shoes to fill” type stuff, idk.

There’s so many moments from this fic I want to draw, but I need to find the time first, so I decided to do a simple hour and a half doodle.

[agracefulfall]

Identity —

Like holding water, everything I've ever known slips. Time erases body, memory, touch. A weathered shell, bones beaten by drowning tides. Attempts to strengthen, rebuild, make sense of it all falls short.

Vet. Dancer. Screen writer. Novel writer. Poet. Philosopher. Barista. Librarian. Professor. Paris. Iceland. San Francisco. Greenwich Village. Portland. India. Sicily. New Orleans.

A thousand different dreams, a thousand different lives. And I managed to lose them all. Each withering in my hand like draining water or dying fish. A piece of me in each.

But is death decay or is it life changed? I don't know anymore. Were these dreams and lives ever real or just weighted blankets to cocoon from the nightmares? I don't know anymore. What is me and what's the collateral damage, the "life-long" impacts?

I don't think I'm getting answers any time soon. So I'll sit and let the mourners weep for ever lost dream down the drain.

[mournfulroses]

Kim Addonizio, from Mortal Trash: Poems; "Eulogy," originally published in 2016

[inkyrainstorms]

There is a light, I feel it in me

but only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face do you understand what this post did to my brain chemistry. Do you. You and anon, do you understand. Fuck, man

full comic under the cut!

[redlettermediathings]

[dartann]

Ok ive been reading abandon my eulogy and i got upset at ford

Had to take a lil mental break with double cursed

Both fics ar sooo gooood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62793742/chapters/160765417

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62140393/chapters/158947036?view_adult=true

[greeneyed-thestral]

[whiskeyswifty]

the way clara bow is written both with the optimism she once had and the hindsight she has now, layering both often at the same time. you'd be picked like a rose both in how in the moment she felt beautiful, chosen as the most beautiful one adored by all, but she knows now that cutting her stem froze her as she was, never allowed to grow further, only slowly fading until she's a dried, dull husk of what she once was, pressed between the pages of someone else's book. also the crown is stained but you're the real queen both in how she felt holier than thou once crowned, and the mistakes of the fallen monarchs were markers of their own unworthiness but she is the real queen; she is different because she is pure and true and deserves it. but writing it now, she knows that the crown was stained not just from previous owners, but with blood shed by her own hands, and how it will never be scrubbed clean because of horrors she had to endure to get it that she will never entirely suppress and what she will have have to continue to do to keep it. however my favorite is I'm not trying to exaggerate but I think I might die if it happened to me... Die if I made it.... both in how as a young dreamer she felt so small and it felt so impossible, the shock of knowing she would achieve fame and fortune would nearly kill her. but she knows now the grim truth in what was once hyperbolic, how when it did happen, the breaks didn't come gently and the beast that is beauty tore her to shreds. parts of her at least, and perhaps the most significantly that little dreamer who scribbled that unintended prophecy in her diary decades ago. she made it and slowly and brutally and quietly without fanfare, she died. it harkens back to the lucky one, when she was just embarking on her rocket to fame and fortune, and she pondered another name goes up in lights. You wonder if you'll make it out alive. clara bow seems to answer that question with no, you won't, but nobody before you made it out alive either, not fully, not whole. the machine grinds ever on and on and there was never any other way.

[girlactionfigure]

Eulogy

Yarden Bibas’ eulogy for his wife Shiri, and children Ariel, and Kfir Bibas who were kidnapped by Palestinian terrorists on October 7, 2023, from their home in Kibbutz Nir Oz, southern Israel, and brutally murdered by Palestinian terrorists while in captivity in Gaza: 

"Mi Amor"

I remember the first time I said "mi amor" to you. It was at the very beginning of our relationship. You told me to only call you that if I was certain I loved you, not to say it carelessly. I didn't say it then because I didn't want you to think I was rushing to say "I love you." Shiri, I'll confess to you now that I already loved you back then when I said "mi amor."

Shiri, I love you and will always love you!

Shiri, you are everything to me!

You are the best wife and mother there could be.

Shiri, you are my best friend.

Mishmish, who will help me make decisions now? How am I supposed to make decisions without you?

Do you remember our last decision together?

In the safe room, I asked if we should "fight or surrender." You said fight, so I fought.

Shiri, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you all. If only I had known what would happen, I wouldn't have fired.

I think about everything we went through together—there are so many beautiful memories.

I remember Ariel and Kfir's births. I remember the days we would sit at home or in a café, just the two of us, talking for hours about everything under the sun. It was wonderful. I miss those times deeply.

Your presence is profoundly missed.

I want to tell you about everything that's happening in the world and here in Israel.

Shiri, everyone knows and loves us—you can't imagine how surreal all this madness is.

Shiri, people tell me they'll always be by my side, but they're not you. So please stay close to me and don't go far!

Shiri, this is the closest I've been to you since October 7th, and I can't kiss or hug you, and it's breaking me!

Shiri, please watch over me...

Protect me from bad decisions. Shield me from harmful things and protect me from myself. Guard me so I don't sink into darkness.

Mishmish, I love you!

Chuki, Ariel,

You made me a father. You transformed us into a family.

You taught me what truly matters in life and about responsibility.

The day you were born, I matured instantly because of you. You taught me so much about myself, and I want to thank you.

So thank you, my beloved.

Ariel, I hope you're not angry with me for failing to protect you properly and for not being there for you. I hope you know I thought about you every day, every minute.

I hope you're enjoying paradise. I'm sure you're making all the angels laugh with your silly jokes and impressions. I hope there are plenty of butterflies for you to watch, just like you did during our picnics.

Chuki, be careful when you climb down from your cloud not to step on Toni...

Teach Kfir all your impressions and make everyone laugh up there.

Ariel, I love you "the most in the world, always in the world," just as you used to tell us.

Poopik, Kfir,

I didn't think our family could be more perfect, and then you came and made it even more perfect...

I remember your birth. I remember during the delivery when the midwife suddenly stopped everything—we were frightened and thought something was wrong—but it was just to tell us we had another redhead. Mom and I laughed and rejoiced.

You brought more light and happiness to our little home. You came with your sweet, captivating laugh and smile, and I was instantly hooked!

It was impossible not to nibble on you all the time.

Kfir, I'm sorry I didn't protect you better, but I need you to know that I love you deeply and miss you terribly!

I miss nibbling on you and hearing your laughter.

I miss our morning games when mom would ask me to watch you before I went to work. I cherished those little moments so much, and I miss them now more than ever!

Kfir, I love you the most in the world, always in the world!

I have so many more things to tell you all, but I'll save them for when we're alone.

Via: The Hostages Families Forum Headquarters

[angels-are-sinning]

when your brother is crying a lil too hard at his "best mate's" funeral

[agracefulfall]

Body —

I think of the dead more often than not and wonder if they are restless too. Shifts in perceptions have me questioning almost everything. Do they see us as we sometimes think we see them? How do I release the ones that feed like cannibals but keep the ones the soothe like a balm? 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 . . . 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

Pacing questions, an unsettled loop across worn floorboards. Haunted, perpetually haunted. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.

I want to exchange this bitter resentment for something else completely. Get out of my body, that one that keeps betraying me. Experience breath with clear lungs, rid my throat of all the words stuck. I know too much to not notice when the dead have taken over. There's always room for hope but "lifelong impacts" creates quite the fog.

Grace like a river? I've been holding forgiveness's head under water. I'm still getting used to this place and I always will be. Restless, perpetual restless. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑫𝒐 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓?

I'll learn how to begin again and settle back into this body despite it's eternal betrayal. I'll release the dead and the stain of decay that lingers.

But first, they pull chairs and sit. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.