Steven Curtis Verwolf
April 9, 1965 - August 6, 2008
Showing posts with label Steve. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steve. Show all posts
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Friday, August 06, 2010
Sunday, October 19, 2008
April 9, 1965 - August 6, 2008
Family and friends of Steve Verwolf are memorializing him today at 1:00 in Seattle. Sly B. and I couldn't be there in person, but our hearts are with you, Janet.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
A Weekend
I woke up this morning wondering why some of us survive, while others do not. Why do some of us get to wake up and do our everyday, couple things when J does not? It is hard for me to reconcile all of this.
My mom is here visiting this weekend. Sly B is so wonderful with mom, and vice versa. They both were sweet and allowed me to watch the debate last night when they'd have rather seen almost any other show.
The tomatoes need some water this morning.
We have to go walk, and mom wants a 1/2 bushel of tomatoes from the farmer's market so that she can make some salsa.
I really should go pull the grass that's screwing up the pristine xeriscape we're shooting for in the front.
I'm not sad today - I'm perplexed. I have the heavy weight of someone else's sorrow at the back of my mind, tugging when I feel especially appreciative for something wonderful that I have because I know it is fleeting.
My mom is here visiting this weekend. Sly B is so wonderful with mom, and vice versa. They both were sweet and allowed me to watch the debate last night when they'd have rather seen almost any other show.
The tomatoes need some water this morning.
We have to go walk, and mom wants a 1/2 bushel of tomatoes from the farmer's market so that she can make some salsa.
I really should go pull the grass that's screwing up the pristine xeriscape we're shooting for in the front.
I'm not sad today - I'm perplexed. I have the heavy weight of someone else's sorrow at the back of my mind, tugging when I feel especially appreciative for something wonderful that I have because I know it is fleeting.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Two Things
One: This is an actual conversation that I had with my boss today.
Boss - I realize how stressful your job is, and how hard. I saw a show the other day on the Discovery Channel about baboons. The ones in the middle of the pack who don't have all the responsibility -- the ones who have lots of people telling them what to do, but still have people answerable to them -- have the most stressful positions.
Me - Uh . . .
Boss - I mean, well, I'm, um, you know, not calling you a baboon!
Me - Uh . . .
Two: I am not a sentimental person. Lately, though, since the death of a good man, I have tears at the drop of a hat. Tonight, I was driving home listening to the Slice of SciFi podcast and crying like an idiot. The subject? George Takei got married to his longtime male partner. . . . Listen, I KNOW - you don't have to tell me. I've said here before that I don't even necessarily want queers to get married. I am suddenly more capable of appreciating the moments that make this life worth living, and this moment was one of them for some reason. Look at the pictures and read the vows on the page I linked above and see if you don't think it's fucking beautiful. I'm crying again! Perfect. It's obvious to me that Steve dying has opened my teary eyes to a lot of things lately. I wish I could thank him for that.
Boss - I realize how stressful your job is, and how hard. I saw a show the other day on the Discovery Channel about baboons. The ones in the middle of the pack who don't have all the responsibility -- the ones who have lots of people telling them what to do, but still have people answerable to them -- have the most stressful positions.
Me - Uh . . .
Boss - I mean, well, I'm, um, you know, not calling you a baboon!
Me - Uh . . .
Two: I am not a sentimental person. Lately, though, since the death of a good man, I have tears at the drop of a hat. Tonight, I was driving home listening to the Slice of SciFi podcast and crying like an idiot. The subject? George Takei got married to his longtime male partner. . . . Listen, I KNOW - you don't have to tell me. I've said here before that I don't even necessarily want queers to get married. I am suddenly more capable of appreciating the moments that make this life worth living, and this moment was one of them for some reason. Look at the pictures and read the vows on the page I linked above and see if you don't think it's fucking beautiful. I'm crying again! Perfect. It's obvious to me that Steve dying has opened my teary eyes to a lot of things lately. I wish I could thank him for that.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Trying To Find Words
A month ago, my friend lost her husband. Since then, I've been trying to figure out what to say here about how this tragic death has impacted me -- aside from the fact that I'm completely heartbroken for her, which I am. I've been at a loss for words, at least here. I hope that in our private conversations I haven't been a giant ass, but for here I just haven't known what to say.
I'm still not sure exactly how to articulate the extent to which this has rocked my world, but I've decided to break my silence on the subject.
My friend is building an amazing record of these weeks on her blog, which is worth subscribing to, and much more eloquent than anything I could do here.
I think that we all have demons chasing us. Some of these demons are a lot scarier than others, and are right on our tails, and sometimes those fuckers catch us. It could have been me, it could have been any one of us.
Speaking of these demons, fuck anyone who thinks that recovery from addiction isn't just as critical a medical issue as cancer or arthritis.
I've been dreaming about Steve and Janet and their kids. Last night was a night no good for sleeping.
I'll muddle through a few more random posts like this and then maybe get a full, complete thought on the subject out. That's how I roll. I hope this isn't a complete mess that makes you regret letting me link to you, J.
I'm still not sure exactly how to articulate the extent to which this has rocked my world, but I've decided to break my silence on the subject.
My friend is building an amazing record of these weeks on her blog, which is worth subscribing to, and much more eloquent than anything I could do here.
I think that we all have demons chasing us. Some of these demons are a lot scarier than others, and are right on our tails, and sometimes those fuckers catch us. It could have been me, it could have been any one of us.
Speaking of these demons, fuck anyone who thinks that recovery from addiction isn't just as critical a medical issue as cancer or arthritis.
I've been dreaming about Steve and Janet and their kids. Last night was a night no good for sleeping.
I'll muddle through a few more random posts like this and then maybe get a full, complete thought on the subject out. That's how I roll. I hope this isn't a complete mess that makes you regret letting me link to you, J.
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