Something About Us

 It's almost May, of the wierdest, most surreal springtime.

I had listened to most of Daft Punk's catalogue, but I didn't hear "Something about us" until 2024, despite it coming out over 20 years prior. Jen had already receicved her terminal diagnosis, and the song spoke to me so strongly on the first listen. One of those songs that doesn't need any time crawling into your brain and getting stuck. There's only one stanza of lyrics, and I feel them on a deep level.

It's been a tough month. Avery and I survived. I have a lot of guilt with the way I carried myself through the last month. I have high bar for myself and for Avery, and I'm impatient with getting a fitness for my new single-parent, single-income family. I do hamstring myself, but I also have a deep fatigue that is wearing off slowly. Those who know me and know us think we are doing well. I try to hear them. In the scheme of things, being only 5 weeks out from my partner's death, people are giving me more grace and space than I'm giving myself. I grieve differently, and while people understand that statement, they don't really understand my process.

I have 8-9 weeks until summer break. Avery will have her 4th birthday party in there and we'll coordinate some overnight trips to Nanaimo once my parents return home from Turkey in a month. But nothing wild or crazy. It'll be spring in Victoria and that really sells iteself. I hold guilt for not engaging frequently enough with estate tasks, but July really feels like the next time I'll have the mental space and the time to get those tasks done right. I'm holding anxiety around doing taxes, it's a task I've never done before, always Jen. And I have plenty of anxiety about my future teaching contracts, I'm feeling stuck in a small but permanent contract, and I'm considering changing things up.

I miss my friends. I don't talk much anymore, not about my day or about the news or about random stuff. I have a number of friends who reach out regularly via text, and I do feel guilt when I can't connect with someone who wants to drop off muffins. The truth is that I have more domestic demands and so less social time. But some of my best friends haven't been checking in much. It's too much for me to reach out to someone because I need their support or friendship. And that's super temporary, I know I'll be able to get back to initiating contact. But right now, if I have a free minute when I might historically have grabbed my phone, I'm not grabbing my phone. I'm grabbing a short breather from life because my waves of fatigue know exactly when I have a free moment.

That's all for now, my pro-d session is about to start next door (I'm writing from the PHE office in Mt Doug).

'I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world'

Symphony No.7 in A major op.92 - II, Allegretto

 

Friday, April 3, 2026

I won't have a ton of time to write this post, so maybe the time crunch will be a nice writing exercise. Avery is behind me, watching an afternoon show while resting after this morning's park play at Redfern park. She's 4 in a few weeks. While she watches, she's putting stickers into a folded piece of paper that will become Simon's birthday card tomorrow. The folded paper kept closing as she tried to put stickers on the inside, so she grabbed the scotch tape and carefully and expertly put a strip across the fold line. "Do you know why I did that dad? To keep the folded card open while I put stickers in."Sheesh - I didn't teach her any of that.

Hoo boy. So today is/was Jen's birthday. She'd be 41 today. She died last a few weeks ago, on the 20th of March. Yuck, I don't know if that's going to be a fixed remembrance day. I would really rather preserve April 3rd and May 10 as my all-star Jen days.

It's a surreal time. That's as close as I can get to describing life right now. I don't have a great lens on reflecting on my life currently. I'm in the suck. Later, I'm curious what it will be like to look back and how I'll consider these days. For now it's surreal. 

Many things feel okay. Surprisingly, weirdly, unexpectedly okay. I'm getting out of bed, fulfilling parenting duties in a healthy and sustainable way for both of us, and finding more time to balance everything and plan for the future. Avery's demands and my ability to provide for her have created a wonderful mechanism that keeps my motor running through this awful storm.

Some things about living still aren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drives me crazy by not being springtime. No but for real. My autopilot light is burnt out and I miss really blatant menial routine things like brushing my teeth, paying for parking, locking the door, etc. It is a very short amount of time between my idling vibe and falling into dissociation. I take my morning ADHD med (diagnosed 2020) and my afternoon MDD med (diagnosed 2025), and even with that wonderful assist, I'm dropping things. It's better this week, hopefully even better next week.

Poor Jen. God damn it. How can you ever believe in karma? How?? She fought far harder that she ought to have. Her fight 2018-2021 was hard in a different way, and it was remarkable how Jen fought to survive so she could have her life back and grow her family. After the diagnosis in 2024, it was such a different vibe. Jen really didn't have the same movtivation - she knew she would never get her life back and her family was perfect. So I really don't know where she drew the strength to fight 20 months in such bleak circumstances. Avery. I DO know. It was Avery.

I'm excited to write more. I'm excited at the prospect of finding the time to write more. It's a nice outlet for me, along with the other conscious and subconscious outlets I seek/find.

The toughest part of today will be connecting with Jen's family and community. Both are in rough shape.

Thanks for reading. We're gonna be okay.

'I'll just keep playing back these fragments of time, everywhere I go these moments will shine'