We even have a word that means fear of death, Thanatophobia.
Ping pong, heroin, and the summer of ‘94.
Life continues on in my world, with classes and homework and activities. Life here does not stop for death.
I’ve dated before, been in relationships, broken hearts, had my heart broken, lost a best friend. But this heartbreak is different. This heartbreak is the kind where your whole being just shatters into a million pieces.
I feel like I should say the day you died was a blur, but in truth, every second is seared into my brain, an endless loop.
It is knowing that this is it. This is all we get. And it can be more than enough, if you make it so.
What a painful, ugly, exquisite gift!
It was very, very odd.
See your parents through a very limited lens. Think that they are here to teach you, to answer the phone when you have a question about a suspicious mole on your neck or an ache in your belly.
BKS Iyengar has passed away, and it is sad to see someone we grew up with as a yoga teacher of teachers, pass.