I turned 30 earlier this year, and was in a vague sense ready for an influx of people in my social circles starting to have kids. What I was not prepared for was this also being the year that all my friends’ family members start to die. As I think most readers of the newsletter know, I was 22 when my mom died, which is not unheard of but is of course unusual. I was lucky—in part because I had some older friends from improv and some unlucky same-age friends from the rest of my life—to have other people in my life who’d gone through the same awful experience, which did not cushion the blow in any way but did at least allow for me to have access to some folks who were better-equipped to be helpful as I navigated the one-two dead mom/starting adult life combo punch. I remember fondly the dead Mom brunch that some of us had on mother’s day one year.
Emchap's Shit from the Internet 07/14/21 🍠
Emchap's Shit from the Internet 07/14/21 🍠
Emchap's Shit from the Internet 07/14/21 🍠
I turned 30 earlier this year, and was in a vague sense ready for an influx of people in my social circles starting to have kids. What I was not prepared for was this also being the year that all my friends’ family members start to die. As I think most readers of the newsletter know, I was 22 when my mom died, which is not unheard of but is of course unusual. I was lucky—in part because I had some older friends from improv and some unlucky same-age friends from the rest of my life—to have other people in my life who’d gone through the same awful experience, which did not cushion the blow in any way but did at least allow for me to have access to some folks who were better-equipped to be helpful as I navigated the one-two dead mom/starting adult life combo punch. I remember fondly the dead Mom brunch that some of us had on mother’s day one year.