Today, my 11 year old nephew came home from school crying. Apparently, he said he liked boys and several kids called him a faggot. I tried to comfort him, saying he was no such thing. And you know what he said? “I’m not crying for me. They just called me faggot. I’m crying for them cause they don’t understand love, and that’s sad.”
I’ve never been so fucking proud of anyone in my life.
Isn’t October supposed to be Hockey Fights Cancer month? Not Billionaires fighting millionaires month?
- Crying while watching a sappy movie
- Have the blues on Sunday night without knowing why
- Going to bed without taking off your makeup (from time to time)
- Pretend to be interested in something we don’t like just to get closer to the person we are interested in
- Think about what you’re going to…
- I never get out of my house without putting any makeup on.
- Starting tomorrow, I’m going to the gym every day.
- I make my bed every morning.
- I will start eating more vegetables.
- During the holidays, I’m redecorating my room.
- I’ll stop spending money on things I don’t really need.
- I’ve NEVER had any erotic dreams.
- I so don’t like that guy.
- I want to live alone.
- I don’t care about my grades.
For my art final, I decided to paint a memorial piece in honor of Derek Boogaard, Alexei Cherepanov, Tom Cavanagh, Rick Rypien, and all those members of Lokomotiv that lost their lives.
I apologize for not having a better picture, but the paper I used is almost four feet tall—a little bit big to scan at home.
At the very bottom of the picture is a list of the deceased, the year they were born, and the year they passed on.
If I made some gigantic error in spelling that I was too ignorant in my knowledge of Russian and Lokomotiv to catch, please send me a message—I still have all the paint and tools that I need to correct it.
Tom Cavanagh was used as a center piece, hugged by an ambiguous figure that represents anyone and everyone affected by his passing. All of these men have impacted countless lives on and off the ice.
Boys, we all love you and we miss you. Wherever you are, I wish you well.
this is beautiful, all of the tears
Rest in peace boys
“I am the friend of somebody who experienced depression. I know it isn’t a choice. It’s not a weakness, self-inflicted, or a result of not trying. Sometimes you just can’t get over it - it won’t just go away. Pretending it isn’t happening doesn’t help; talking about it does. Getting support early can make the difference. Helping someone we care about is not a burden. I pledge to learn the signs. I will not judge. I will have compassion. I will reach out, listen, talk, help, and find help. My name is Kevin Bieksa, I will not stay silent.”
- Kevin Bieksa of the Vancouver Canucks for mindcheck.ca
I urge everyone - whether you are a hockey fan or not - to reblog this message. As someone who is dealing with depression, having the proper support makes all the difference. Please educate yourselves; it could save someone’s life.
Today marks the one year anniversary of Rick Rypien’s passing. I’ve been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to think of something I could say, usually I’m not half bad at this sort of thing, but I just feel like there isn’t anything that I could say, nothing that would make anyone feel just a little bit better. It’s been a year and it’s still as tragic as ever. Depression being what ultimately lead Rick to take his own life, we can all be proud of what people have done in the past year to help people suffering through depression seek proper help, and what people can do for those close to them whom are suffering through it. No lives should have to be lost in order to shed light on depression, depression is a reality that many people face every day, and it’s never as obvious as we’d all like to think it is, Rick was a prime example of that. Though it still hurts, I’m sure that Rick Rypien would’ve been proud of what everyone, the Vancouver Canucks organization, the entire Canucks fan base, and hockey fans as a whole, has been able to do to shed light- and lots of it- on depression. So today, we remember Rick. Rest in peace.
Let’s all take a moment of silence to remember Rick Rypien.
Everything that I wanted to say has already been said so I’ll just say it in the words of Yellowcard:
And I’m sure the view from heaven beats the hell out of mine here and if we all believe in heaven, maybe we’ll make it through one more year down here. You won’t be comin’ back and I didn’t get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye. (x)
Rest in Peace Rick Rypien.
❝A hockey hero, a son, a brother, a teammate, a friend.❞ Rest easy Rypper.
One year ago today, Rest in peace Rick.