Christopher Hitchens

1949-2011

Last night sleep evaded me, a rarity in this late stage of pregnancy.  I simply couldn’t shake the feeling that somebody was about to pass and I needed to remain awake until I received closure.  It wasn’t that gut wrenching panic associated with the agony of losing a loved one….more like a sort of unfinished business that I felt compelled to attend to before I went to bed.  For hours I stayed up, strangely absent of dread, waiting.  Upon refreshing my browser I discovered that Christopher Hitchens succumbed to cancer only several hours prior.

As a longtime follower and admirer of his work, I knew about the disease.  He never shied away from discussing his illness– or the fact that it was aggressive, terminal, and time was limited.  His last article for Vanity Fair can be found here.

Most knew of Hitchens’ aversion to the concept of a higher power [God Is Not Great:  How Religion Poisons Everything]….but what a narrow definition of such a complex and multifaceted person.  “A brilliant wit, matchless rhetorician, and masterful critic” says Graydon Carter of Vanity Fair.

One day I will attempt to articulate how the writings of Christopher Hitchens impacted my life.  Tonight I will use the words of others to speak for me.

On assignment for Vanity Fair

Graydon Carter’s poignant tribute to his dear friendpaints a clearer portrait of who this man was and the things for which he stood.

No one stood more diametrically opposed to Hitchens than his own brother, Peter Hitchens, also an author [and a conservative Christian].  Read his perspective regarding his late brother’s courage.

Unlike the previous two eulogies, Richard Dawkins embraces Hitchens’ atheism.  Let not his religious preferences [or lack thereof] sour you to his other ideas.  A hallmark of solid faith involves the ability to be comfortable with the ‘opposition’ expressing their beliefs and– in my personal opinion– that individuals can agree to disagree and still having meaningful interactions with the power to inform and educate both parties.

Godspeed, Hitch.  Your words are immortal.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

I would like some cheese with my whine

Sickness permeates the atmosphere of the Wilke-Reed casa.  Adam has strep throat, Will has been vomiting profusely, my mom is on the tail end of a bug that made her dizzy and weak and I feel like I have all of the above.  Blah.  The three of us have been lying around all day trying to relax and stay hydrated.  I’ve also tried valiantly to avoid the news because there is not enough Promethazine in the world to eradicate the nausea– and anger, frustration, and disgust– knowing that this callous child killer walks free.

Being stressed to the max certainly isn’t helping anything.  I try my best to avoid it but when it surrounds me from all directions from every person I encounter it’s inevitable.  Will got hit with a double whammy yesterday:  some loans he’d expected fell through and certain members of their family put their sorry white trash on full display.

Excellent product placement

If you’re loaning/giving me $100, a new car, my own private island– whatever– I’m not going to rely on anything until it’s in my hands.  This has absolutely nothing to do with the credibility of the individual, it’s just me being cautious and pragmatic.  Discussing money irritates me to no end so I’m just going to stop this conversation right here.  Luckily we requested money to get ahead– not get out of debt– so it’s not the end of the world that things fell through.  Being broke has only strengthened our union.  The couple that eats Ramen noodles together stays together!  Actually, our diet’s a little better than that because we have food stamps, so we can be poor and still have fresh produce.  Win.

As for his family….wow.  Just wow.  I adore Will’s sisters, Holly and Angela, and his Grandma Elder.  And I miss his Grandpa Elder every day.  Those are the only kinfolk of his I’ve actually met but even the ones I only ‘know’ through Facebook seem like great people and you can tell they genuinely care for Will and our little family.  However, Grandma Dorris and Uncle Jimmy can– to steal a beautiful quote from Miss Britney Jean Spears– “kiss my lily white southern Louisiana ass.” Substitute ‘Tennessee’ for ‘Louisiana’ and there you have it.  Part of me wants to chastise these lowlife scumbags for what they’ve done and how they talked to my husband publicly on this blog…..but they aren’t worth anymore of my time and energy.  Suffice it to say they’ll have a lot of explaining to do when they meet their maker.

Auto correct always puts a smile on my face

All this complaining isn’t good for my health and does nothing to solve my problems.  So I’d like to take a moment to congratulate Will on his awesome new mechanic job that will allow us to live comfortably.  We also decided on our apartments so now it’s only a matter of weeks before we are able to move.  More on both of those later.

Between feeling like total dog poo and getting riled up about the aforementioned topics….don’t even get me started on June’s welfare rant.  The only thing worse in life than talking to computer techs over the phone is dealing with anyone from the ’public assistance’ section of the government.  I completely agree with her thoughts and would like to write a companion piece when I get to feeling better.  Goodnight all.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Shirley McNair

Shirley D. McNair

Try as I might, I just can’t wrap my head around the concept of an afterlife, at least not in the traditional religious context. Despite any of my views regarding this topic….it comforts me and makes my heart happy to think of those who have passed away as angels. Yesterday another angel flew to the sky, Shirley McNair, my beloved friend’s [Sean Krause] mom. For cancer to strike this family twice in only two years is beyond cruel. May they draw together and find strength during this terrible time.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane