Walking in a different direction after my day, maybe to walk off some dinner, I found myself going towards Santa Monica Blvd. It's a neat area that doesn't really have a name, but has restaurants, and a cool video store. It also happens to be the night before Shari passed away. I can keep blogging about it, and she's not coming back anytime soon. I figure instead of moping, I'm going to try and talk just a little about what she saw around her immediate neighborhood.
Walking towards the video store where we both rented videos, Shari and I walked by this center. It's like a corner mini mall that's attached to a crummy market (Safeway). This center has a Hallmark store, bakery, laundromat, and some weird stores. I don't know what the heck these are... But see right about the roof of the car? That store has all kinds of crap. It's like a mixed up store selling clothes and junk.
The shoe store is open pretty late. I have no idea what's really there, but this center is sort of catering to Mexican nationals who live in the area. I'm glad they have sort of a place to be together, since I'm not sure if they're even cared for in the least by others.
Good food, I'm sure. It's awesome how something like this can just pop up on Barry avenue near Santa Monica blvd. It's there every night, and when I'm hungry, I'm going to eat there. It's smells great.
I'm not sure if this is necessary, but I can't help but walk by once in a while, this is the area where Shari's life was taken from all of us.
Although it's been a year, not one hint of her is here. Maybe it's for the best, she shouldn't be remembered here at all, she should be remembered doing the things she liked-crafting! Making Helvetica hoods, buttons, and other cool things.
Here's her hoodies. The blue and yellow one on the left is mine.
This is Video Store Named Desire. We'd rent movies here (and it's one of the best video stores ever). If you look closely in the window, that's Mike in the white t shirt. He's a bit camera shy. Shari and I would have conversations about Mike, and I remember how Shari once thought Mike and one of his employees were father and son! I thought it was impossible, and tonite, I asked Mike once and for all, if they were even related. No. But the kid used to call Mike, "Big Daddy," so Shari probably heard him say that. Mike and I got a small kick out of that tonite. I'm glad I shared even just a little bit of her memory with someone who knew her.
By the time I wake up and get my day going, it'll be more than one year. I hope there's a group of us thinking about her at any given time throughout the rest of our lives. If you didn't know her, that's a shame, and I'm sure you've lost someone special who we should have all met.
Walking towards the video store where we both rented videos, Shari and I walked by this center. It's like a corner mini mall that's attached to a crummy market (Safeway). This center has a Hallmark store, bakery, laundromat, and some weird stores. I don't know what the heck these are... But see right about the roof of the car? That store has all kinds of crap. It's like a mixed up store selling clothes and junk.
The shoe store is open pretty late. I have no idea what's really there, but this center is sort of catering to Mexican nationals who live in the area. I'm glad they have sort of a place to be together, since I'm not sure if they're even cared for in the least by others.
Good food, I'm sure. It's awesome how something like this can just pop up on Barry avenue near Santa Monica blvd. It's there every night, and when I'm hungry, I'm going to eat there. It's smells great.
I'm not sure if this is necessary, but I can't help but walk by once in a while, this is the area where Shari's life was taken from all of us.
Although it's been a year, not one hint of her is here. Maybe it's for the best, she shouldn't be remembered here at all, she should be remembered doing the things she liked-crafting! Making Helvetica hoods, buttons, and other cool things.
Here's her hoodies. The blue and yellow one on the left is mine.
This is Video Store Named Desire. We'd rent movies here (and it's one of the best video stores ever). If you look closely in the window, that's Mike in the white t shirt. He's a bit camera shy. Shari and I would have conversations about Mike, and I remember how Shari once thought Mike and one of his employees were father and son! I thought it was impossible, and tonite, I asked Mike once and for all, if they were even related. No. But the kid used to call Mike, "Big Daddy," so Shari probably heard him say that. Mike and I got a small kick out of that tonite. I'm glad I shared even just a little bit of her memory with someone who knew her.By the time I wake up and get my day going, it'll be more than one year. I hope there's a group of us thinking about her at any given time throughout the rest of our lives. If you didn't know her, that's a shame, and I'm sure you've lost someone special who we should have all met.
posted by gr @ PERMLINK: 9:49 PM
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Wrote this about my best friend that passed away almost 2 years ago this March:
"It’s blinding and numbing and shattering all at the same time - loss. The familiar things become blurry and the linear forms that make our structured world seem to dissolve as if they were never anything except sugar frosting. Because of the pain in the way it makes us numb in the way that it intensifies the smallest moments the frame of what was our reference seems nothing short of surreal."
I think death is one of the most difficult
things in life to deal with. Someone in my
family who I was very close to died
3 years ago and I still have a hard time
with it.
Coincidentally one of my co-workers
would also make Helvetica T-shirts
and she gave one to me. When I saw
the sweatshirts on your post, I thought
it was pretty strange. I guess it could
be interpreted in many different ways.
But I see it as she is still here, just
in a different form, just like my
family member.
When I can't figure things out, my
brain keeps spinning until I figure
a justifiable solution. I did a lot of
research on death and this might
sound strange, but I came up with
there is a whole spectrum of colors
that we can't see and when
someone passes away, They go
into that spectrum, therefore, they
are still with us. It's just a different
form. One example is when you
take a photo with a 35mm camera,
and because the film is made
from crystals, it can pick up
a spectrum we cannot see. Maybe
that is why you can sometimes
see ghost like images in the
photographs. But digital cameras
haven't gotten there yet. I think
11 megapixels equals the 35
mm film.
I'm very sorry about your friend, but
I'm sure she knows you are thinking
of her.
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