The Spooky World of Chris Ringler
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I find that in thinking about what to write for this blog, what to say about the best dog I could imagine, my mind goes to the end. His end. My mind goes to the idea that we offer pets a dignity that humans are not afforded - an end to the suffering. An end… Continue reading Goodbye to a Good Boy
The post discusses the themes of grief and emotional barriers following the loss of a loved one. It explores the profound impact of such losses and reflects on the harsh realities individuals face during the grieving process, framed through the lens of the author's personal experiences.
One of those strange things we have to wrestle with as we age is that one of the rare times, and for many of us the only time, we will be celebrated (hopefully) is at our funeral, a thing we can’t consciously attend. We can’t even dictate what it really is, or means. We’re just… Continue reading Eclectic Funeral
It’s a natural part of getting older that we start to think about the end. Especially when a marital partner and kids enter the equation. In all honesty, it becomes a heavier and heavier burden as we age because we begin to see the people we love leaving us, whether we’re ready for them to… Continue reading Peace
Too many lonely nights I think of you. I sit in the blackness of my mind and conjure you with dark magic. I call you forth from yellowed memories, like photos in the sun. You are less than a ghost, a memory of a memory, the feel of you like cobwebs along my skin. The… Continue reading Re-live – a poem
I have had my mind on the end lately. The end of us and who we are. The end of our personal stories in the book with no conclusion. My thoughts are on the ending of our story and how few people will ever hear it. Few will hear our triumphs and our failures. Few… Continue reading Singing The Stories Of Our Lives
It’s a shame that we focus so much attention on the space three feet in front of us and not the space around us because we miss so much. We are animals with a recency bias and while we look to the past, and think of the future, it is the moment that suspends us. … Continue reading Absence
I think most of us, deep down, hope we're not forgotten when we're dead. I think we hope that should there be a viewing, a funeral, or just a gathering, will not be forgotten. I think though, that we may be mistaken if we believe that there will be a big showing because sometimes we're… Continue reading When We’re Dead
In which I talk about death, the loss of the ones we love, and making it mean something.
In which I talk about loss and those souls we meet who raise a light for the rest of us to see by.
When I lost mom I felt like I was falling. Falling and would never stop falling. There was only down. When my mom entered hospice it came with it a surreal feeling of deja vu. Wasn’t she already IN hospice care? You see, for several months mom’s health had been declining and in that she… Continue reading There Is Only Down
It's a heck of a thing to be able to walk away from the last word. To close your mouth, push your tongue against the backs of your teeth, and to set your jaw firmly. Harder still when you feel, as most of us do from time to time, you have been wronged. I HAVE… Continue reading Letting It Go
For those that survive, the darkness has yet to pass. The darkness, that great black curtain that falls any time we lose someone we love, is a living thing that morphs and evolves day by day as you remember things once forgotten and regret things never done or said. The darkness that haunts us for… Continue reading For Those Who Survive
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 