"Am I, the daughter he birthed, also his death mother?" This is the most beautiful cycle of life sentence I've ever read. This is a powerful and touching read, Swarnali, a compassionate and beautiful read and I feel mine and your humanity through it. Your description of the complex relationship with smoking is masterful and brilliant. I want to say something to lighten your grief but I have nothing. I can only say thank you for writing this piece. Thank you :)
Oh I feel you so deeply! Grief is so lonely. It’s been 3 months since I lost my mother, my best friend and I have so many regrets, one is not being there in her moment, like you, to hold them in their last moments. I cry every day. The grief comes in waves is the only way I can describe it. A lot harder than I ever imagined it would be to loose a parent. I know there’s nothing really that I can say to you or offer, other than you are not alone in your grief.
"Am I, the daughter he birthed, also his death mother?" This is the most beautiful cycle of life sentence I've ever read. This is a powerful and touching read, Swarnali, a compassionate and beautiful read and I feel mine and your humanity through it. Your description of the complex relationship with smoking is masterful and brilliant. I want to say something to lighten your grief but I have nothing. I can only say thank you for writing this piece. Thank you :)
I will look for you in the ark.
Thank you for another extraordinary piece of writing, Swarnali... it feels like a transmission.
Oh I feel you so deeply! Grief is so lonely. It’s been 3 months since I lost my mother, my best friend and I have so many regrets, one is not being there in her moment, like you, to hold them in their last moments. I cry every day. The grief comes in waves is the only way I can describe it. A lot harder than I ever imagined it would be to loose a parent. I know there’s nothing really that I can say to you or offer, other than you are not alone in your grief.