Jesse - when my dad was dying last year I had such a similar experience of the slippery and the finite. It seemed to frame not just what was happening then, but what so much of our relationship had felt like to me. Your metaphor is beautiful, poignant and powerful. The slipperiness of life is the most difficult to be with…so you write…gorgeously…and hopefully it brings some clarity. It has certainly helped me.
Jessie, after my son Jordan died, my husband couldn't bear seeing the beauty of every spring, knowing that Jordan couldn't experience them. It is such a gift that you can still see the light. That you can articulate it in your beautiful posts. I guess you are special, because you were raised in a special family by two very special Mamas. Never stop writing. Never stop rejoicing in every spring. Holding space for you all in the mountains of NC.
Jesse - when my dad was dying last year I had such a similar experience of the slippery and the finite. It seemed to frame not just what was happening then, but what so much of our relationship had felt like to me. Your metaphor is beautiful, poignant and powerful. The slipperiness of life is the most difficult to be with…so you write…gorgeously…and hopefully it brings some clarity. It has certainly helped me.
Please don’t stop!
Larry -
I love you Jess 💗 beautiful. Here to hold you and support you through all that’s slippery 💞
Oh my, Jessie - I love this. Such a gift to have a way to express and so courageous to share with the world.
absolutely beautiful <3
Jessie, after my son Jordan died, my husband couldn't bear seeing the beauty of every spring, knowing that Jordan couldn't experience them. It is such a gift that you can still see the light. That you can articulate it in your beautiful posts. I guess you are special, because you were raised in a special family by two very special Mamas. Never stop writing. Never stop rejoicing in every spring. Holding space for you all in the mountains of NC.