Remembering my dad, and being in the moment, then and now
All this beauty. Thank you for sharing. 🤍
Thank you so much, Stacy. I do believe we can make something beautiful out of our grief...
Oh wow, Kim, this really hit me. Thank you for writing it. The sandwich and the dahlias, oh. The red sweatpants. The date. Dorothy. So much here.
Thank you, Susie. I'm so glad it resonates. Working hard on a draft of a bigger project from which this is extracted. Dahlias keep entering my subconscious, by the way! Hope your autumn has been filled with oranges and pinks.
Oh I’m so excited for your bigger project, Kim. And yes lots of pinks and oranges here! 🌸
Deeply moved. Grief that will remain raw whenever it resurfaces, from not far below the surface. Thank you, Kim, for sharing.
John, thank you so much for reading. Means a lot.
All this beauty. Thank you for sharing. 🤍
Thank you so much, Stacy. I do believe we can make something beautiful out of our grief...
Oh wow, Kim, this really hit me. Thank you for writing it. The sandwich and the dahlias, oh. The red sweatpants. The date. Dorothy. So much here.
Thank you, Susie. I'm so glad it resonates. Working hard on a draft of a bigger project from which this is extracted. Dahlias keep entering my subconscious, by the way! Hope your autumn has been filled with oranges and pinks.
Oh I’m so excited for your bigger project, Kim. And yes lots of pinks and oranges here! 🌸
Deeply moved. Grief that will remain raw whenever it resurfaces, from not far below the surface. Thank you, Kim, for sharing.
John, thank you so much for reading. Means a lot.