Thank you for this beautiful post. (And thank you for stopping for James.) I lost my own dad last year after illness, a man I adored and still looked up to. I’ve also felt deeply compelled to write about it—and I have, and I included a similar photo, of me as a toddler trying to stand on his shoulders. There’s a metaphor there, right?
Thank you for this beautiful post. (And thank you for stopping for James.) I lost my own dad last year after illness, a man I adored and still looked up to. I’ve also felt deeply compelled to write about it—and I have, and I included a similar photo, of me as a toddler trying to stand on his shoulders. There’s a metaphor there, right?
These shared stories about the human experience are vital, hard as they are to write. We need them. I’m grateful you plan to keep sharing yours.
Thank you for this beautiful post. (And thank you for stopping for James.) I lost my own dad last year after illness, a man I adored and still looked up to. I’ve also felt deeply compelled to write about it—and I have, and I included a similar photo, of me as a toddler trying to stand on his shoulders. There’s a metaphor there, right?
These shared stories about the human experience are vital, hard as they are to write. We need them. I’m grateful you plan to keep sharing yours.
I'm sorry for your loss. Definitely a metaphor there.