This hit on very level. I can't believe how beautiful what you are doing with these kids is. And grief. yes. There's no way to hold it together. iIwrite about this a lot. After my husband died I knew I had to fall completely apart so the pieces could reassemble someday. You work is always stunning. Just so you know.
"You" and "me". That's what we have. How we can relate. This letter is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read, Sandalore. You have the biggest heart. Living after loss is one of our hardest challenges. Living in anticipation of loss, too. Thank you for your continued openness. Your willingness to wrestle with your thoughts in the light. Your words always feel like a gift.
Wow! This hit me hard. I am so happy it moved you, it felt like a release to write and publish it, since it’s been stewing and developing for months. Toi et moi, baby…. living on…
We all grieve differently, some of us forever. I think it’s because we think that if we stopped, it would mean that we no longer cared. Our grief is the thing that keeps our lost loved one close.
All we ever want is more time together.
Just one more time... can't wait to punch death with you.
We are going to beat him down so hard, he’s gone be crying, “Uncle!”
This whole thing is so very strong
This hit on very level. I can't believe how beautiful what you are doing with these kids is. And grief. yes. There's no way to hold it together. iIwrite about this a lot. After my husband died I knew I had to fall completely apart so the pieces could reassemble someday. You work is always stunning. Just so you know.
Thank you, Kara! This letter has been months in the making and years in the thinking…
"Something that was, suddenly isn't." That is beautiful. I am just seeing your letter to Amy, and you have said it all.
"You" and "me". That's what we have. How we can relate. This letter is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read, Sandalore. You have the biggest heart. Living after loss is one of our hardest challenges. Living in anticipation of loss, too. Thank you for your continued openness. Your willingness to wrestle with your thoughts in the light. Your words always feel like a gift.
Wow! This hit me hard. I am so happy it moved you, it felt like a release to write and publish it, since it’s been stewing and developing for months. Toi et moi, baby…. living on…
We have to keep trying.
Wow. You really are an angel, Sandolore🙏
We all grieve differently, some of us forever. I think it’s because we think that if we stopped, it would mean that we no longer cared. Our grief is the thing that keeps our lost loved one close.
Not at all an angel, Gina… but a lover of humans, for sure. Yes, grief is binding…
I loved this in its heartrending entirety. Also, I hope your visit with one another is like a lovely old sweatshirt - familiar, soft and comforting. 🩷
I know it will be. Thank you, Maggie!
Wonderful
Coming from you, that word means a trillion!
Aw, shit