Our beloved and much missed blogging dinosaur, Rara, sent me the following words to share with the Stories That Must Not Die community. I had planned on just posting them here for you all to consume as is, but considering I cried while typing them up, I figured I should probably warn you, before you read, her words are powerfully sad and explode with her pain and grief. So, read them, definitely read them, but do so cautiously, and then write her another letter to tell her it isn’t her fault, and she is so much more than how she is feeling now.
Today my husband died.
Maybe it was 26 days ago, but the shock of his absence has permanently stained my present moment. Every Today will always be the day he died. I wake up, suffer the sunrise, and lose him all over again.
I am not strong enough to survive this forever. I ache with missing him – his strength, his peace, his talent.
In all our years together – our decade – I never once envied his talent. It coursed through his veins and bled from his fingertips into the pages of our daylight. It forced him awake through the aching hours of our night. Everything was his canvas and he painted with words – stroking Light and mixing color into the stretched fabric of our intertwined years. Words filled him and emptied him, scarred him and caressed him, and marred his perfection. But he loved them as he loved me.
Unconditionally. Eternally. Constantly.
No, I never wished for even a teaspoon of his talent. Until today, when he died.
I need the right words now. I need to mix and blend them into a sentence that will balm my soul, and help me forgive myself. He died alone because I failed him. There is a story that will describe all facets of who he was. I just need to find it. Somewhere, in the brushstrokes of me, there is a way to explain why I didn’t use my own words at his funeral, and why I still can’t say goodbye, and why my once-friendly universe has started to suffocate my slowly.
I am heavy with Memories, bursting with the desire to share all my moments of him, so I can preserve them. But I don’t have the talent, the air, or the words.
I have only a snuffed, stained canvas.
In my heart, I still hear my husband – telling me to paint our life with confidence – bit it is only my life now and there’s nothing worth noting anymore.
Yesterday I Lived a masterpiece of color and light, and I was ever-so-loved by my artist.
But he died today,
And now I am blank.
If you can, please spread the word and donate to the GoFundMe account that has been set-up to help Rara get back on her feet when she is released from prison: http://www.gofundme.com/rararelief
(Thank you Madame Weebles for setting that up.)
Reblogged this on The Matticus Kingdom and commented:
The amazing Rara sent a letter from prison which is being featured on Stories That Must Not Die today. Her words are painful, beautiful, and magic all at once. Go check them out.
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So beautiful. I have no words just yet.
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I’ve been sitting on this post for almost a week, and I still don’t words either.
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Reblogged this on The Monster in Your Closet and commented:
Your words might seem small, but they are importan reflections of your caring. Please send them.
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I hurt. I can feel her hurt and wish I could take it from her so she doesn’t hurt.
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Me too. And she would want to take away our hurt too
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I believe it. I wish she wasn’t hurting or suffering.
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She told me writing helped… so, that’s a start. I too wish she wasn’t in so much pain right now.
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I agree. We will have to work to make sure it’s lessened.
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No words.
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None are needed. Your presence alone is greatly appreciated.
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I’ve been absent from the blogosphere for awhile because reasons and this is the first I’ve heard of this… shattered. Blessings to you guys for carrying the torch of Rara support high.
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Welcome back, sorry to have such terrible news for you on your return.
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It’s ok to feel the loss and grieve, you are not alone. Death is hard to accept, but this too shall pass. He lives within you now, most loving Rara.
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I still don’t know how to say goodbye…and not sure I really want to learn. I too lost my partner of 10 years, some 15 years ago. He is still, and will always be with me. Perhaps these words might help. I found them just today. Maybe just so that I could send them to you, dearheart…
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well…
In love and light, I am with you ❤
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Those are great words, and they have helped me, and I’m sure Rara will appreciate them too. Thank you.
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Good ☺
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Reblogged this on CardCastlesInTheSky and commented:
I don’t have the right words right now because the two people this beautiful story is about are my friends. They are also our STMND founders and friends to many “’round the ‘sphere”. I miss them both terribly and I’m blank myself, maybe someday I can find the words. Right now, this just aches.
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Words fail me! IF I remembered correctly, I’ve read words written by Rara’s husband shortly before she went to prison… Oh my God! I can’t type anymore. My love and prayers to my friend…..
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Thank you for the love and prayers for Rara.
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Oh dear. Time to write again.
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Thank you for writing! The letters we send help immensely.
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Beautiful. And awful 😦
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Yep and yep.
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Nothing seems fair. This breaks my heart…
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I know it doesn’t help, but you aren’t alone in being broken-hearted.
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It’s difficult to ‘like’ this. I like that she is writing. Something. I like that she can express such depth and emotion with words powerful enough to evoke feeling. I like that she is reaching out.
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Your likes are my likes too.
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Your snuffed, stained canvas sings of love, of beauty, of pain, of aching lonliness and of truth.
Don’t underestimate yourself – as he didn’t. So many people will recognise pieces of themselves on that canvas – and ache for and with you.
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Agreed. She should not underestimate herself. Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Brother Jon's Page and commented:
Please read…
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I have no words of comfort for our dear Rara but I will wish all the stars to give her more strength to paint her stained canvas again. I wish she can still remember the 100 things she listed that she’ll do when she gets out and I hope that it will give her somewhere to start. 😦 Please stay strong Rara!
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I will hope the stars hear your wish, and grant it.
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I wish I could wrap my arms around her and give her assurance that it wasn’t her fault. So not right Thank you for sharing her words.
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Thank you for reading her words, and I know she would love the hug.
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I feel like I keep replying with hugs, but it also seems like the right reply. So…. *hugs* Thank you.
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Words so beautiful, you can almost see her sorrow floating…
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Well said. Yes, that describes it perfectly. Thank you.
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Thank you, fish, for reading even my sad words. I appreciate it.
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inspiring
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Reblogged this on R.R. Wolfgang and commented:
Heart-wrenching and beautiful. My heart aches for Rara in her time of loss, so hauntingly described in this post.
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Thank you for the reblog, RR, and thank you for reading.
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You are most welcome. It was so raw and beautifully written, I feel the world would be better for seeing this. I just wish that the circumstances had been different such that it needn’t have been written. ❤
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So do I, RR, so do I… ❤
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I can only imagine. *hugs*
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No words 😦
I got a letter from her the other day and M read it. He only knows of her through me and he was emotional afterward too.
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No words are needed. Being here is enough. Thank you.
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*hugs* to you and M. Thank you for reading this.
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My prayers and blessings with her. Hope she finds the strength to get up and start all over again. Words that give me strength during my tough times which I would like to share,
“Nothing is new under the sun. We all have to carry our cross,”
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Thank you for your prayers, blessings, and words.
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Thank you for the prayers and blessings. I appreciate all the strength.
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I saved this post, as I could not read it right away. Thank you for posting Rara’s always profound words …
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Thank you, AR. I’m so glad you were at the memorial, so that some of the right words could be spoken. You are a blessing!
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Bugger me, that hurt
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As always, thank you for reading, Duncan.
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Today and today and today my heart is breaking…
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*hugs* It’ll be okay. Eventually. Thank you for reading.
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Ah Rara. When I heard he had left I literally bent over like someone knocked the air out of me. It was a faint whisper compared to what you felt. We can only try to breath our love into you. Thank you for sharing that ultimate painful moment that continues to echo during your days and nights.
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*hugs* Thank you. I feel the love, and it really does make all the difference in the world.
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I wish that I was the kind of friend that could make everything better. Thank you for sharing your words with us.
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You are the type of friend who makes it seem like impossible things are not impossible. And that is infinitely more wonderful.
Thank you for reading, Sreejit. 🙂
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Ahhhhhh, 🙂 thanks.
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Living on the other side of the world is the pits sometimes. I so wish I could give you a big hug Rara. As it is, all I can do is send my love and prayers xx
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Ah, love and prayers are just like hugs, except reach much much farther. Thank you, Lyn. 🙂
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