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The one good thing about not being able to go on the trip with Taylor and mom was that it meant I was in town for Mark's memorial.

It was organized at one of the main goth clubs, for a couple hours before the club night itself.

There was an amazing turnout - so, so many people came out. While many are people we don't personally know, many of them are people I recognize from "back in the day," when we were out at the clubs three+ nights a week.

They set up a table with all of the merch he had left. Mostly Voicecoil, but a little bit of Gravity Corps and even some Synapse stuff. It was all "pay what you want, please just take it." We chipped in some money for the fund for his roommate, and took some shirts and stickers and things.

There was a slideshow of all the pictures of him that people had shared. They had a mic set up so that people could go up and share stories about him. Lots of people did. So many about what a colossal asshole he could be—and was, lol—but also how despite that, he was also very kind and inspirational and supportive to so many people. So many people had stories about the times they saw him when the performance was off, or at least turned down. We concluded basically every story with a hearty shared "FUCK YOU, MARK SOUSA!" toast.

(I cried. Several times.)

I think he would have loved it.

And there were plenty of jokes about how much he absolutely would have loved having so many people gathering together to focus on him. And so many people did! But it breaks my heart that he maybe didn't know how important he was to so many people.

PJ, his partner of 16 years (though they had broken up), gave us the bust of him in the picture above. She thanked us for always being such strong supporters of all of his projects, and good friends to him. Another of his friends had designed and printed the little busts. It's also how Mark would want to be remembered, ha.

I miss him, and am still having a hard time fully believing that he's gone.

The festival coming up in May replaced Voicecoil on their lineup poster, though they'll also have a memorial for him at the event. That hit me hard. As delighted as I of course was for the headliners at the festival, getting to see him as one of the openers was one of the many things I was so looking forward to. It's hard to realize that... there aren't any more Voicecoil shows. I'm so glad for all the ones we went to, all the times we did hang out with Mark at the club or at his house or after a show... but I really wish there was another. And another. And another after that. I still don't feel ready to think of the last show as the last one.
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Via [personal profile] umadoshi, who pointed toward a comment on her last post.

Apparently [personal profile] spikedluv has passed away. There is a a link to her obituary.

I had grown worried when she hadn't posted in a while. My initial worry was that something happened to her mom, but as time went on, I was more and more concerned, and kept hoping that she'd return and post something about what kept her from updating so long. I'm heartbroken that her last post was truly her last; she passed away later that day.

While the two of us only ever sort of tangentially shared fandoms, that was how I met her. For years now she's been a constant presence on my friends list here, sharing daily updates, and pictures of the seasons changing around her house. (Baby apples! Lilacs! Deer!) She's always been enthusiastic about so much, and encouraging toward everyone I ever saw her interact with.

For the last few years, we've exchanged holiday cards. She had just sent me a get well card after my appendicitis. It breaks my heart that I didn't even have a chance to thank her for it.

I think sunflowers will always make me think of her.

This year is cordially invited to fuck off very, very completely.
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I woke up around 4:00 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep, so went for a social media scroll. I got some absolutely tragic and painful news.

A friend of mine, Mark, died yesterday. I'm still struggling to wrap my head around it.

Alex and I met Mark back in, I think, 2011 (possibly 2010). His band Synapse was opening for Faderhead. We really liked them as the openers, and then ended up chatting with him and the other members of the band for a while after the show.

After that, we made it a point to try and see Synapse as often as we could. One time we even drove all the way up to Steamboat Springs and back to be moral support for a night, because they were booked for a show in a venue that didn't seem like the right type of place, ha.


Here's Alex, Mark, and me. We were wearing our Synapse shirts.

We also hung out frequently at the various goth nights, back in our clubbing days. Eventually we hung out at his house a few times, sometimes as part of a larger party, sometimes just us.

A few years later Synapse broke up, and Mark started up a new project: Voicecoil. We've been to a lot of Voicecoil shows. He also had a side project, Gravity Corps, though we never saw him perform as that project. (I know that he had a previous project as well, Machinegun Symphony, though that project was over by the time we met.)

We were excited to see him as part of an upcoming festival in May, and he seemed excited, too. I'm beyond gutted that it simply... won't happen. We're not going to see him. As many, many times as we went out to see him perform, and as many times as we hung out outside of that... I wish we got to do it again.

Mark was always kind to us, and to so many others on the scene. He was well-known and popular, but he always made us feel like he wanted to spend time with us. He always asked about how we were doing, remembered the things we specifically cared about. Even on show nights, when he was often in high demand, he made time to sit and chat with us, often for long stretches of time. Even at his album release party in 2022, he spent nearly an hour with us. The last time we saw him in person was last May, when he opened for Beborn Beton. It was a great show, and catching up with him beforehand was one of the best parts of the night.


Alex, Mark, and me again. This was either a late Synapse show or an early Voicecoil one.

Today, his Facebook is full of other people saying the same things that I remember most. That he always made so much time to talk to and spend time with so many people, to make sure they were doing all right, taking a genuine interest in them. He mentored our friend Jake in his music. He was always, always so encouraging to other artists.

He had a rough several years. Recently, I know he felt very betrayed by someone... He refused to name names, but someone he'd thought was a friend that he trusted turned out to be saying some extremely cruel and awful things to and about him. Mark was almost completely blind (could see things from one eye within about an inch of his face, and otherwise just faint light and dark, as I understand it.) Apparently this person was being absolutely awful about his disability, and it very clearly bothered him in a way that he was rarely willing to express.

His very long-term partner and he broke up a couple years ago.

Most significantly, a few years ago he lost a different partner to a sudden accidental death. He absolutely never got over that loss. Her birthday would have been on Monday, which was the last thing he posted about, and I think that may be what led to him leaving us.

I'm heartbroken, and still struggling to feel adjusted to him not being here anymore.
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This week we went down to Santa Fe for a memorial for my grandparents.

My grandmother passed away just after Christmas last year (just shy of 97 years old!) My grandfather passed away 12 years earlier. They wanted their ashes interred together (along with one of their most beloved dogs, Tootsie, ha), so this was the memorial for both of them. My grandfather was a veteran, so they will be interred at the military cemetery in Santa Fe.

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I took Sunday off of work, as initially I thought we might be leaving then, but it turned out we weren't going to leave until Monday. It was nice to have a day beforehand. Alex, Bella, and I went on a walk, and I packed.

We headed over to my mom's in the mid-afternoon, me to stay the night for ease of travel the next day, and Alex to get a tutorial on the specifics of catsitting Jaspurr.

Alex was really not feeling well, and had been sick since the middle of the previous week (to add to what a terrible week that already was.) I luckily didn't get the full illness experience that he did, though I was very badly congested for about a week.

When we got to her house, my mom answered the door with a big bandage on one of her fingers. She told me that she'd spent a chunk of the afternoon at urgent care, because while she was trying to get some gardening done she cut a chunk out of one of her fingers. Apparently that was how the nurse described it at urgent care: missing a chunk. She'd been unable to stop the bleeding for more than two hours, so finally went to urgent care. :| They did finally got it stopped there, but apparently it took multiple applications of their quick-clotting agent (which evidently hurt like a motherfucker), and said there wasn't really anything left to be stitched, because it was, as mentioned, a missing chunk. Yikes. And much like when she fell: you couldn't tell me about it!?

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Monday we left a little later than we'd hoped to, just before 10:00. We decided to take 285 for most of the way rather than our usual I-25 route. I-25 just isn't that pleasant to drive, while 285 goes through some very pretty parts of the mountains, and then takes you straight into Santa Fe.

I didn't really take any pictures on the way down, though I probably should have. It really was a very pretty drive for most of the way.


Picture from my cousin: I never even saw this adorable little bat that was hanging out above her door, but he was still the highlight of the day.


Four more pictures, including a really great sign:


On my mom's window before we left: a freshly molted mayfly.

The drive was pleasant and also pleasantly uneventful. We got to Santa Fe in the late afternoon.

The hotel we stayed at called itself a "Concept Hotel," but as far as I could tell the concept was "what if our hotel was actually a low to mid motel?" The room wasn't great, but it also was by far not the worst place I've stayed.

We had dinner at the attached restaurant, where I had an extremely mid burger. (With extremely lackluster green chile, which is criminal in Santa Fe.) Taylor and my mom both ordered tacos, which were probably even more mid. Like... maybe a 5 or 6 out of 10, but again, that's like a Santa Fe 3.

It was nice to see some family I haven't seen in a long time. My cousin's kids especially. They're both late teens/early 20s, and I haven't seen them since they were like... 4 and 7 or something?

Everyone was really sympathetic about Cy.

There was this absolutely fantastic sign posted at the pool:


Highlighting by me. Surely multiple people looked at this sign before it was completed, right? Infectious decease?? Is that what we're calling zombies, now?

Some of the family was going to hang out by the pool for a bit after dinner, but we were pretty tired, so we just headed back to our room to hang out for a bit before going to bed.


This picture was actually from Tuesday, but I feel like it's better to put it here than with the memorial pictures. The donut in a crystal ball was just very funny to me.


I genuinely do wish I'd had a chance to go around more of Santa Fe to take pictures of all the murals and things we passed. There were a lot of amazing ones, but we just didn't ever really have the time and energy to do much besides the planned structured activities.

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Tuesday was the actual memorial itself. We had a fairly slow morning, which was good, because none of us had slept particularly well. (I also hadn't slept very well or much at all on Sunday night, so I was really feeling it.)

In the early afternoon we carpooled to the cemetery. We had to plan to move pretty quickly, as they only have 20 or 30 minute blocks for everything before they shuffle you out to make way for the next ceremony. Mom, Debby, and Jeff still had to finalize their design for the headstone. They picked the words "Forever Together" and a sandhill crane image.


My grandmother's high school picture, and my grandfather's army portrait.

A gust of wind came through right as the ceremony started and knocked my grandmother's portrait over. Debby laughed afterwards about how she obviously had needed to get the last word in!


Three more memorial pictures:


Portraits, and the containers for their ashes.


The cemetery. Funnily, the family pointed out that their original apartment in Santa Fe is just barely out of sight from here.

After that, we went back to the hotel for a small reception. Just some snack type foods and mingling. Debby read some condolence cards from friends and distant family. Jeff had put together some very thoughtful little cards for everyone, containing a short biography and photo of my grandparents, plus a coin and either a $2 or $5 bill from the year they were born. It was very nice.


The picture included with my card. This is closer to how I remember both of them than their portraits. <3

Nicki, Charles, and their kids went shopping for a while after, but we were again tired, so opted for hotel room and naps.


Later that evening we went out to dinner together (to what Jeff and Kristy kept reminding us was their favorite restaurant, ha.) Very good Mexican food (though the family that owns the restaurant is from El Salvador, we were told.) The food was excellent, and it was nice to chat with everyone a bit more.

Debby is moving almost immediately to Michigan to be near her daughter and her grandkids. I really like my cousin Nicki, and her kids seem to have grown up to be very cool people, and I am a little sad that it might be a very long time before I see them again. I know my mom intends to go visit them all in Michigan, but I don't know when I'll be able to make that trip. Hopefully eventually!

My mom and Jeff really don't get along that well, so I have a feeling we won't be likely to see them again any time soon. My mom even expressed she's not sure she'll see him again ever, which is... a shame to me. Though I also understand.

Bittersweet all around.

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Wednesday was our travel day back.

I actually almost got some sleep, though I did wake up stupid early.

We started our day by getting everything packed up, and then heading to a sourdough bakery that we'd seen advertised in a tourist-y booklet about food and drink options. We were mostly trading off doing dramatic readings of how pretentious a lot of the fine dining sounded, finding the most expensive things on the menus, and comparing how many establishments tried to claim to be the oldest in the city. But then the bakery sounded genuinely really good, haha.

And it was! We had chile cheese croissants for breakfast and they were delicious. I also got a sourdough baguette to take home. It was very tasty. So if you are ever in Santa Fe and want some tasty bread: Wild Leaven Bakery was quite good.

I did try to take at least a few more pictures on the drive this time, though most are of the expected mediocre quality of "cell phone pics snapped out the window of a car moving at highway speeds."


New Mexico really does have some lovely dramatic landscapes.


Eight pictures from the drive back, including the Rio Grande Gorge:


Terribly unattractive background, but the cholla were blooming a really brilliant pink. Of course none of the attempts to take pictures of them in more attractive settings turned out...

Fairly early in the drive, we took a wrong turn (or more accurately, failed to take a right turn) and wound up on the completely wrong road. We didn't notice for quite a while, until we were suddenly approaching Taos, haha. It was a little out of the way, but it was actually a really beautiful drive, and easy enough to get back to the right road.

And the trip back to the correct highway took us over the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge:


It's pretty dramatic!

We did actually stop to take a better look:


That sure is a gorge!



Shortly after that we passed Earthship Biotecture, which was pretty interesting looking from the road, though I failed to get any pictures. I do not disagree with the general ethos behind them - sustainable, off-the-grid housing, that also looks real cool. However, I am also utterly unsurprised that the main page will sell you the Earthship Founder's book "A Coming of Wizards: A Manual of Human Potential" lol. Now available on kindle!

Luckily we rejoined our correct route juuuuust before the major road work that had taken the highway down to a single lane. I do so love waiting for a good twenty minutes for it to be our turn to follow the pilot car...


Got to sit next to this building where we were waiting, though.

Then, once we were past that, there was another section down to one lane. Tragic. (There'd only been one stretch on the way down!)


But this time there were road goats! They were hanging out between the road and the fence, though they then moseyed slowly to the other side of the fence. I'm fairly sure I saw this same herd on the other side of the road, also right on the shoulder, on the way down.

Finally we were back in Colorado! The San Luis Valley is very pretty. I'd like to actually visit Monte Vista for the crane migration someday.


A single pronghorn.


Yaks!


And that's it.

It was a bittersweet reason to take the trip, but it was also nice to be somewhere else for a few days.
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My grandmother passed away last night.


(At her 90th birthday in 2018.)

She was 96. She would have turned 97 in less than a month. (Her birthday was January 21, 1928.)

She died overnight, peacefully, in her sleep, at home, which is really the best any of us can hope for.

She caught covid a couple weeks ago, they're almost certain at one of her dialysis appointments. She was hospitalized for a while last week, as she'd begun to have trouble breathing. She couldn't take Paxlovid because of her kidneys, but they did give her a different antiviral course, though it didn't seem to help much. Fortunately, she returned home on Monday, though she was still fairly weak, and had to use her wheelchair for transport rather than her walker as usual.

She and my aunt had a wonderful Christmas, at home. My mom spoke to her on Wednesday.

She was my last remaining grandparent, outliving my grandfather by 12 years.

I hadn't seen her since March of 2021, when we went to visit her in New Mexico. She'd gone into heart failure back home in Oregon in February of that year, and was told that she had end-stage renal disease, and that she would never return home. The family was told she'd be moved to hospice care, and to plan for our goodbyes.

My aunt, a nurse, said no to that, and checked her out of the hospital. They packed up the things she most needed from the house and flew her down to New Mexico to live with my aunt. They started dialysis and a strict renal diet, plus my aunt was there to help her with medications and other treatments she needed. We all anticipated that this would buy her an extra six months to a year, and judged that of course that would be worth it!

And instead we got almost an extra four years with her, thanks to my aunt's constant, excellent care of her.

We'd hoped to find a way to visit her sometime in the next year, and it's heartbreaking to me that we won't, and that I won't see her again. I'd spoken to her since that last visit, of course, but I wish I'd gotten to see her again.

I stayed home from work, hoping to go see my mom in case she needed some support, but she had to work in order to ensure her company's final payroll was taken care of, then she had a doctor's appointment in the later afternoon. She *just* texted me that she's home now - apparently the payroll took all the way up until her appointment. I'll try to go over there for a short while this evening.

I fell asleep and dreamed about running into my uncle and my grandmother in a store. In the dream, I knew she shouldn't be there, but then it turned out no one else could see that she was there. She wandered away and I followed her. I gave her a hug and said goodbye. (The dream got real weird and kind of unpleasant after that, but at least that part of it was fairly nice.)

RIP Ophelia

Dec. 7th, 2024 08:09 pm
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Ophelia (my black widow) died. :(

It was very sudden, and I'm not completely sure what happened. There was some discoloration around her abdomen, and I wonder if she may have had a bad molt. I'm not sure that's what happened... it just seemed very sudden. She'd eaten a couple weeks ago, and was still a good size. She had water available. Nothing had changed in her habitat. She was fine one day and down on the ground the next.

Typically they live 1-3 years (sometimes up to 4 in captivity.) We don't know how old she was, but I wouldn't have guessed that old.

She was really interesting to watch, and I feel bad if there was something wrong about her care or habitat that caused her to die. Or perhaps it was something unavoidable. I'm just not sure.
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Broccoli Cheddar Bomb, my fire-bellied toad, died today.

He was very active this morning, kicking his gravel around, climbing around. Then tonight when I went to give him some fresh water, he was dead behind his hide.

He was an old man for a toad: allegedly he was already 14 when we got him about three years ago. Ten years seems to be the high end of an average lifespan, so making it to about 17 is pretty good! From what I'd seen when we got him, the record lifespan was just over 20, so he was up there.

That doesn't make me feel better that he's gone, though. (And part of me is stuck wondering whether he was trying to signal that something was wrong, with how much he was moving around earlier. Was something wrong with the water? Was he sick?) I know that some people don't think that non-mammal pets are as "real" as cats or dogs, but he was a great little guy, and I loved him very much.

I hope he had a happy toad life.

Now I have a bunch of crickets and nothing to do with them.

We'll probably give him a little toad funeral tomorrow.



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Not a terribly good start to the new year.

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It's also Cy's 13th (ish, we think) birthday. January 1st was an arbitrary choice, but it was as good a date as any. So he's also an old man! He had a better day - a pup cup, and a quick jaunt to the park. I wish I was posting more about that than the above.

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