My name is Caitlin. I am 28 years old. I lost my father in 2006, and still struggle every day to live without him. I created this blog as a space where I could not only share my personal feelings but also collect the art, books, poetry, film,  music, and other things I find that deal with loss and death in some way. I hope this blog can be a resource for other people who are struggling with bereavement and searching for comfort, connection, and the knowledge that they are not alone.

Above all, this blog is an archive of grief.


In ancient Greece, "ekphora" was the funeral procession that carried a dead body to its final resting place.


"We are against forgetting the dead. We are against recovery and healing. To 'heal' is to entomb, forever, the sickness. To that end we are bringing the dead back, not to haunt, but to remind us that we are always in the presence of their absence."

— Heidi Julavits, The Vanishers

But I write not to release my grip; I’m writing
to hold on to you. Perhaps you too need contact,
though you no longer exist. Perhaps you’re cold,
though you no longer exist. Perhaps you feel ill,
though you are no longer. Though you are no longer, I
shall write to you. I remember what you look like.

I remember things so little.

— Henrikka Tavi,  "Mourning Cloak"