Deni Rust, 34, of McCandless, continued her husband’s journal after his death, using the Web site he created to immortalize his writings, to establish a guest book where friends and family can share memories, and to post her thoughts as each day passes.
A year later, Deni Rust still struggles to live with her grief. Her Web journal has become part catharsis, part weekly update, part cry for help. She has received e-mails from faraway strangers who offer support, and she believes the journal is, in a way, necessary for her to survive. —Alana Semuels —An online chronicle of grief (Pittsburgh Post-Gazette)
Very painful to read, and very human. Thanks for the link, Julie.
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Forgive the morbid thought, but this post reminded me that all blogs are destined to become “necroblogs” (is there a term for the blogs of the dead?) — they will outlast us, as all writing does, and as the massive graveyard of abandoned blogs out there already attests. I felt sorry for the Rust family when I read this blog…and realized how blogging is a pale substitute for living.