I stumbled on this via a post on twitter, and read it, holding my mother’s hand as she dozed in and out of sleep in the hospital bed we had installed in the living room a few weeks ago, in order for her to die at home. I just wanted to send my heartfelt condolences to you, and to say thank you for articulating many of the emotions I’m currently experiencing in this bizarre, nightmarish liminal space…
this moved me to tears so heavily i had to make an account just to tell you. thank you for this really beautiful piece and im hoping with every fiber in my body that the days ahead hold a lot more peace and joy for you. thank you ❤
This essay deserves a thoughtful comment, but everything I think of to say seems trivial. I don’t know you, but for a brief moment, while I was reading, I think I saw you. At the very least, I saw your writing, and I liked it; I believe you must keep writing. My condolences for your loss.
Sex and Grief Pt. 1
I stumbled on this via a post on twitter, and read it, holding my mother’s hand as she dozed in and out of sleep in the hospital bed we had installed in the living room a few weeks ago, in order for her to die at home. I just wanted to send my heartfelt condolences to you, and to say thank you for articulating many of the emotions I’m currently experiencing in this bizarre, nightmarish liminal space…
Fucking hell. This articulates some acutely painful and beautiful things, thank you for sharing.
this moved me to tears so heavily i had to make an account just to tell you. thank you for this really beautiful piece and im hoping with every fiber in my body that the days ahead hold a lot more peace and joy for you. thank you ❤
This is beautiful, thank you for writing this ❤️
This essay deserves a thoughtful comment, but everything I think of to say seems trivial. I don’t know you, but for a brief moment, while I was reading, I think I saw you. At the very least, I saw your writing, and I liked it; I believe you must keep writing. My condolences for your loss.