Posts Tagged Death


“I’m Brett,

At age 11 I started to play field hockey, hoping to be as good as my two older sisters. What I didn’t realize at the time was just how much more this would mean for me. It took me out the classroom setting where my learning disablity often made me appear lazy or stupid.

My mom was the only person who seemed to know I was always trying my best. She would be at every game running up and down the sidelines with words of encouragement. When I entered the 9th grade I learned that after her 7 year battle with cancer, she was told it was terminal. As her health deteriorated, I would work harder and harder to improve my performance on field. Or at least that is what I told myself. Looking back I now realize it was the only way I knew how to deal with my mom being so sick and my fear of losing her.

She wasn’t able to be there when I received my undergraduate and graduate degrees. Nor did she get to see me play Division I Field Hockey and Division II Lacrosse, but one thing I know is that she would have been extremely proud of my success. Her endless stream of support will never be forgotten.

In the summer of 2011 Brett summited Mount Kilimanjaro and raised $13,000.00 in memory of her mom to fight breast cancer for the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center. It’s never too late to help such an admirable cause. Just follow the link:


“My name is Brigid.

I brought along my magical charms, necklaces and jewels today.

They’re important to me because everyday my own philosophy involves reanalyzing my own pre-programming from childhood.

So I wear an engagement ring even though I never plan to get married and a lot of crucifixes and Pagan symbols even though I’m not religious.

It’s really just about switching up your ideology and mocking iconography.

I have a cross made of human finger bones that actually belong to my boyfriend. So I guess technically they’re the bones of my lovers fingers around my neck. I also have a crucifix made of yak bones from the himalayas.

These are my special things!”

Asked to clarify which fingers her boyfriend no longer has:

“Oh no, no they’re not his finger bones, they were purchased from a store.” She went on to say that you never really know where human bones come from, but there are a few stores around the country that you can actually order a pretty interesting assortment of bones – human or otherwise.