This post is by photographer KIMMO METSÄRANTA. It is used with Kimmo’s expressed permission. My grandfather died in the spring of 2014. It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. During the last two years he didn’t respond a lot, he wasn’t present. I don’t know if he thought about dying, was he expecting it, afraid […]
Today’s guest post is written by Laura Bock. “Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.” – Roland Barthes Death and funerals have never frightened me; I’ve had my share of close encounters with death, mostly from my own period of suicidal thoughts due to severe depression. Death and I have become friends of […]
I can’t remember anything but her underwear. I can’t remember the day or even which convalescent facility we were in. I can’t remember what my mom was telling me or what I was wearing. What I can remember is her underwear. They were big, literally granny panties. Soft cotton. Conservative white and new baby pink. […]