by Shelt Garner
So, way back when, I was very angry at a young woman named Annie Shapiro. This was probably mid-2007. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to going through a divorce. The expat magazine we started, ROKon, had failed and then she, in secret, brought it back.
And it was good.
It was really good.
I was working at a newspaper for children learning English called The EduTimes. I liked to tell people I had five days to do two days worth of work. So, with those three extra days, I would sit at my desk and listen to the following song on YouTube.
I’m not saying my experience with grief is special or different or that you should listen to me. But given how devastating and moving Anna Marie Tendler’s photos documenting her grief are, I thought I’d share.
But I will say, my grief about the end of my tumultuous relationship with Annie and what happened with the magazine emotionally kneecapped me for about a decade. A decade!
I’m slowly beginning to feel a lot better. I just wish Annie was still alive for us to have some sort of rapprochement. She was one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met and she changed my life.
RIP, my little wood nymph.