
Tuonetar_
Student
- Sep 18, 2024
- 105
Hello all, im not entirely sure how to preface this and even the fact of posting is an act of some kind of screaming into the void. This is not some elaborate bait and attempt to conjure a dramatic narrative.
This is the account of my little sister. This is her older brother, the one who found her and has taken possession of what few worldly objects she had. Im sure we can all get into a moral discussion of me accessing this profile and account, but that's besides the fact. I am writing in a stream of consciousness so excuse both my (possibly unwelcome) presence and prose.
I was left all of her banking information, account information, and a few other varieties of passwords and usernames. After a few attempts to get into her laptop one finally worked. With this site and account being the only open item.
My sister passed Jan 15th, or possibly the 16th. The timeline is blurred but going through her post history that seems to check out. I gained access to her apartment on the 16th late into the afternoon after she did not show up to her scheduled shift at work, to which my best friend was her co-worker and notified me. To use your nomenclature and parlance, she took "took the bus" at the age of 26, her birthday was the 5th of January.
For what its worth, i completely respect her choice. And as someone that has struggled with suicidal ideation myself, I think taking your life is a right reserved for any creature with existence upon this mortal coil. It is one aspect of the gift that is the concious life, you get to make that decision at any time.
That said, i also respect the space that has been cultivated here. I don't wish to expose or chastise this community, what you have built here is a thing of morbid internet beauty, and i have the utmost respect for that.
On that note too i want to express my thanks for giving her the space to express herself in her most authentic way, I can see the love and respect you all have for one another and the choice you perhaps wish to take.
We had become (not necessarily estranged) but distant in the recent years. This is one of my many attempts to get to "know her" in a truly authentic way. I had been working on my budding artistic career as an artist and had been so caught up in the hustle I had lost sight of the importance of our relationship, a regret I will unfortunately carry with me for the rest of my life. I had always thought I could simply reach out next week, and the next week after.
I loved her deeply despite the distance, she was a bright and beautiful and talented young woman. A prolific writer, an extremely talented collage artist, the most amazing cook I could ever imagine, the ultimate Elder Scrolls historian, she was loving (despite the cutting sarcastic wit), and the greatest sister I could ever have asked for.
It has taken me weeks to work up the courage to simply open up her laptop. I am glad I did; I'm glad I get to see a fragment of that wondrous mind.
Im gonna leave this page open for the next few hours while I clean and grieve some more given the reopened wound. If you have and questions, regardless of morbidity, or simply need to express something I am here for it and will listen with an open heart. I have love and empathy and respect for each and every one of you, and perhaps I can offer some insight into the space that is left after your bus ticket gets punched.
Forever and always I will love you Regan. I only wish I could see and talk shit with you one more time.
This is the account of my little sister. This is her older brother, the one who found her and has taken possession of what few worldly objects she had. Im sure we can all get into a moral discussion of me accessing this profile and account, but that's besides the fact. I am writing in a stream of consciousness so excuse both my (possibly unwelcome) presence and prose.
I was left all of her banking information, account information, and a few other varieties of passwords and usernames. After a few attempts to get into her laptop one finally worked. With this site and account being the only open item.
My sister passed Jan 15th, or possibly the 16th. The timeline is blurred but going through her post history that seems to check out. I gained access to her apartment on the 16th late into the afternoon after she did not show up to her scheduled shift at work, to which my best friend was her co-worker and notified me. To use your nomenclature and parlance, she took "took the bus" at the age of 26, her birthday was the 5th of January.
For what its worth, i completely respect her choice. And as someone that has struggled with suicidal ideation myself, I think taking your life is a right reserved for any creature with existence upon this mortal coil. It is one aspect of the gift that is the concious life, you get to make that decision at any time.
That said, i also respect the space that has been cultivated here. I don't wish to expose or chastise this community, what you have built here is a thing of morbid internet beauty, and i have the utmost respect for that.
On that note too i want to express my thanks for giving her the space to express herself in her most authentic way, I can see the love and respect you all have for one another and the choice you perhaps wish to take.
We had become (not necessarily estranged) but distant in the recent years. This is one of my many attempts to get to "know her" in a truly authentic way. I had been working on my budding artistic career as an artist and had been so caught up in the hustle I had lost sight of the importance of our relationship, a regret I will unfortunately carry with me for the rest of my life. I had always thought I could simply reach out next week, and the next week after.
I loved her deeply despite the distance, she was a bright and beautiful and talented young woman. A prolific writer, an extremely talented collage artist, the most amazing cook I could ever imagine, the ultimate Elder Scrolls historian, she was loving (despite the cutting sarcastic wit), and the greatest sister I could ever have asked for.
It has taken me weeks to work up the courage to simply open up her laptop. I am glad I did; I'm glad I get to see a fragment of that wondrous mind.
Im gonna leave this page open for the next few hours while I clean and grieve some more given the reopened wound. If you have and questions, regardless of morbidity, or simply need to express something I am here for it and will listen with an open heart. I have love and empathy and respect for each and every one of you, and perhaps I can offer some insight into the space that is left after your bus ticket gets punched.
Forever and always I will love you Regan. I only wish I could see and talk shit with you one more time.