The Kindergoth Escapades

A year ago, we started Kindergoth Escapades with no real direction.  Stories on a a page.  Well, if all we are is stories in the end....let's make it a good one, ey. So very much has happened in the past year. I met someone who completely changed my life. I fell in love when I wasn't looking for it...or even thought it was possible anymore.   I lost my Mom...and my grandfather, exactly six weeks apart.  So, Summer didn't really go as planned.  As I fell, and continue to fall for this man, I feel like I'm pushing my family away, and they're hating me.. We're house hunting...which is awesome, and stressful, but exciting--and another reason for my family to be less than thrilled with me, but hey.

My mother and grandfather, c. Memorial Day 2016 It's so easy to talk about death...until it hits you too close to home.  As a member of the order of the good death, I advocate for green burials.  I've written a plan for my own inevitable death, and tried to talk to others about more eco-friendly options. But, then it hits too close to home.  My mother was familiar with the death positive movement.  After her cancer diagnosis in late 2016, I introduced her to Caitlyn Doughty, the founder of the Death Positive movement. We would watch her series "Ask A Mortician" weekly, which finally did open some dialogue about death.   Still, at the time of her death, a short 21 months after her diagnosis, I was too numb to be an advocate.  I sat at her bedside and held her hand as tears poured down my face.  I didn't step foot into the funeral home until it was necessary.  It was all a blur, and then on Sunday it was over and we went home to the em...