My sister would have had her 48th birthday today. We celebrate nonetheless.
It is so hard.
It is so hard to live without her.
It is so hard to celebrate her in her absence.
And, unbelievably… It is so fucking hard to make her a cake and sing to her without bawling my eyes out.
We do it nonetheless.
And we will do it every year.
❤️
Check out my collection!!!!
Just.Wow.
And so almost 3 months after the accident, we finally get a call from the park ranger saying that the man is deceased. The obituary states no reason for his death and it is obviously an overdose or suicide.
THE HORRID BACKSTORY:
www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/las-vegas-nv/jeremy-kondrk-8008370
My contribution to his obituary page.
PTSD ART THERAPY.
PTSD ART THERAPY.
PTSD ART THERAPY.
MY DAILY REALITY.
MY DAILY REALITY.
My damage to my nose on the night of the accident.
My nose today.
My totaled Subaru, less than a year old!
Drunk Jeremy’s car.
I’m BEYOND pissed. People have told me that he obviously got his karma, but I don’t think that this is fucking fair! What he got is an escape, while we sit here and suffer for the rest of our lives because of his actions. That doesn’t sound like retribution or Justice or Karma or a karmic lesson at all! It sounds like freedom for him!😡 Freedom from the consequences that a non-yellow man would face!
So let his family and all of his friends go on posting about what a great and loving and wonderful, etc… person that he was, but I am here calling bullshit because I beg to differ!
I’ve known this, and I’ve said this since the beginning: if his car had been drivable, he would’ve left the scene of the accident and left us there to die, in the middle of the desert. But since he couldn’t do that, he took Plan B.
And I guess I shouldn’t be so mad because I’m sick… I’ll see his ass SOON! Sooner then he may think!
