Chillin in Paradise

A few years ago I asked Max what he’s been up to, I can’t remember if it was in a dream or just in my head. But I remember that he answered, “Just chillin.” He sounded relaxed and content.

Today is his birthday and he’s chillin in paradise. The force is with him and so am I, always and forever.

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8 Responses to Chillin in Paradise

  1. JK says:

    Sharing as a Mother and Son ought.

    Five days ago I and my own Mother shared my birthday too.

    I’m figuring my three younger than me siblings leaving me the eldest without them a lesbian stick. … That would make sense.

    After a fashion.

  2. annemarie says:

    Just 60 seconds ago, I was thinking about Thin Lizzy, and then I remembered a thing you posted years and years ago, about pop music that assholes think is cool but is actually shit. You asked Max to submit a list– a hate list. One of the items on his list was Thin Lizzy, but in parentheses he’d put “except for Whiskey in the Jar.” I love this– he’s so right.

    And after I remembered that, I came over here to try to find his full list, and I saw this post.

    I also remember that you posted the reference letter that his college prof wrote for him–the prof said something along the lines of “once, I told him he was a true intellectual, and he looked horrified at the thought.”

    I love you Max, though I never met you. You were so fucking right about so many things!

    I love you too Sister Wolf, I miss you….btw did you know that you butt dialed me about three months ago?

  3. annemarie says:

    AH SHIT– you had the link embedded in “his birthday”– brilliant!! Long live Max! xxx

  4. Mary says:

    So sorry xo

  5. Dj says:

    Xxxxoooo

  6. Sally says:

    A wonderful man I never met. All the best Sister.

  7. Jeri says:

    I came on here today searching your categories of “grief” and “love.” My son too was born in March. I’m so glad you heard your son’s voice and it gave you some peace it seems. I hear my son say to me, when in the midst of a ranting, bitching session about family, “Mom, do you want to be miserable?” I try to listen to that admonition now when yes I want to be miserable. I am sorry for your irreplaceable loss and thank you for your sharing because it helps more than I can say.

  8. Sister Wolf says:

    Jeri – Try to listen to his wisdom if you can. I wish I could do more for you, my dear. Thank you for reading about Max. xoxoxo

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