Glad I decided to work from home today. Just finished the video up and wow. I didn’t expect to be punched so hard in the gut. Truly moving stuff, and it inspired me to face something that has troubled me for many years.
I really appreciate the unique perspective Clint grants us in this video. Something I think about often is how family members, especially those that are somewhat productive in life such as Clint, are impacted by their children’s Internet presence. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to constantly throw up that kind of disclaimer - to not search up their kid on the net.
This was one of the most raw and genuine videos I’ve seen in a while, and I have very little doubt that Clint truly loves his son and did everything in his power to protect him. An Internet Lumberjack can only do so much though.
To anyone who is making the ridiculous claims that Clint was only trying to make the video about himself, let me ask you, have you ever grieved before? Truly grieved? Have you ever lost anything so important to you? You feel a whirlwind of emotions. You feel like a failure because you couldn’t protect them and stew in thinking that you could’ve done more. You ask yourself why it happened, how it got to that point. You’re irrationally angry. Sad. Happy. It’s all these things at once and the more you try to control it, the more it slips from your grasp.
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My ex-wife and I lost our son during her pregnancy around 5 years ago. I didn’t even get to meet him. I can be having the absolute best day ever and without a moment’s notice be brought down to my knees in tears over a sudden bout of grief.
I have a larger house. Theres a room stowed away in a corner that was going to be my son’s room. The crib is still in there alongside all of the decorations and gifts from the baby shower. I have made pointed effort to avoid this part of my own house and haven’t been in this room since 2022. I guess it was Clint’s poignancy… but really, it was the still of the chair with the urn and the guitar that really moved me. Acceptance.
I went into my son’s room and tidied it up a bit. It was very dusty. I just paced around in circles for a bit, not really knowing what to do, or even where I was. Knowing that I don’t have any use for this stuff, I organized to have it all donated. I wanted to vomit, but after the initial shock of the decision, I felt relief. I did everything I could. I think I can move on now.
So, yeah. Clint, if you ever read this, thanks. You inadvertently helped lift a huge burden by celebrating in your own son’s passing.