My father lost a sibling of a few months old, a brother. Once while in a tender moment, he broke down over it. It was one of the few times he showed that side of himself. Writing has to be one of those surgical things you can do with yourself to release some of that hurt. Thank you for your words shared with us.
My sincere condolences to you for the loss of your sister. I have lost manyfamily members. In fact only my younger brother and I are left in our family.
I wrote about my close brothers suicidal death in one of my October sub stacks. That was the time of year he passed away. I wrote about my close brothers suicidal death and one of my October sub stacks. That was the time of year he passed away In 2008. That time of year always brings a certain type of sad anxious butterflies in my stomach. Writing about his death was a very cathartic experience for me here on Substack.
Thank you so much for this. Many of the writers you quoted are beloved guides on my own path, and ones I look to for...something. I'm not sure what, exactly. But I seem unable to grasp or reconcile the reality that here we are, all going about the daily details, against the backdrop of knowing that we and everyone we love will disappear into...something other.
Oh, I do like the metaphor you use here. "Writing has to be one of those surgical things you can do with yourself to release some of that hurt." So true--the energy has to go somewhere and grief is often embodied.
My father lost a sibling of a few months old, a brother. Once while in a tender moment, he broke down over it. It was one of the few times he showed that side of himself. Writing has to be one of those surgical things you can do with yourself to release some of that hurt. Thank you for your words shared with us.
My sincere condolences to you for the loss of your sister. I have lost manyfamily members. In fact only my younger brother and I are left in our family.
I wrote about my close brothers suicidal death in one of my October sub stacks. That was the time of year he passed away. I wrote about my close brothers suicidal death and one of my October sub stacks. That was the time of year he passed away In 2008. That time of year always brings a certain type of sad anxious butterflies in my stomach. Writing about his death was a very cathartic experience for me here on Substack.
Blessings to you 🤗 ✨💫🙏
Thank you so much for this. Many of the writers you quoted are beloved guides on my own path, and ones I look to for...something. I'm not sure what, exactly. But I seem unable to grasp or reconcile the reality that here we are, all going about the daily details, against the backdrop of knowing that we and everyone we love will disappear into...something other.
Oh, I do like the metaphor you use here. "Writing has to be one of those surgical things you can do with yourself to release some of that hurt." So true--the energy has to go somewhere and grief is often embodied.
Thank you, alan.