This is beautiful. It conveys how grief takes hold in such a stunting way (like a choke hold) and also how adults don’t always understand that the vagueness ascribed to a person’s passing (a symbol of their inability to express loss) can have devastating consequences on children. So well written and emotionally powerful!
I love the piece about feeling the knocking of the heart. It’s such a wonderful, childlike way of explaining the complex. Apologies for dropping into the middle of this story it’s so touching, heartbreaking. Now, to go back and ready the earlier pieces…
Reading this left me with a lump in my throat. I was present when my grandmother died, and I was in my thirties, but even after seeing her pass, knowing she was gone, it took me years to fully process her death. I was very close to her, and think of her all the time. Yesterday, as I was cycling, a white feather floated from a tree, and I immediately said "Hello Nana", and smiled at "her". Thanks for this beautiful piece. xx
Thanks so much, Francesca. I don't think children ever get over the trauma of death, and I really wanted to capture that in this piece. I'm glad it came across.
This is beautiful. It conveys how grief takes hold in such a stunting way (like a choke hold) and also how adults don’t always understand that the vagueness ascribed to a person’s passing (a symbol of their inability to express loss) can have devastating consequences on children. So well written and emotionally powerful!
Thank you, Beth!! This means so much!
So tender and so precious. So many emotions this piece evoked in me. ❤️
Thanks so much, Rachel.
I thought this was such a unique and compelling story about dealing with grief and trying to grasp the concept of death as a child. Beautiful.
Thanks, Nick. And thank you too for sharing it. It means so much to me.
I love the piece about feeling the knocking of the heart. It’s such a wonderful, childlike way of explaining the complex. Apologies for dropping into the middle of this story it’s so touching, heartbreaking. Now, to go back and ready the earlier pieces…
Thank you so much!
Reading this left me with a lump in my throat. I was present when my grandmother died, and I was in my thirties, but even after seeing her pass, knowing she was gone, it took me years to fully process her death. I was very close to her, and think of her all the time. Yesterday, as I was cycling, a white feather floated from a tree, and I immediately said "Hello Nana", and smiled at "her". Thanks for this beautiful piece. xx
Thanks so much, Francesca. I don't think children ever get over the trauma of death, and I really wanted to capture that in this piece. I'm glad it came across.
Oh my goodness, this was so intense! Beautifully written, thank you.
Wow. Just wow.
What a beautiful piece, Ingrid. You’ve truly outdone yourself 👏🏾. It was so touching that I was shocked it was fiction 😅.
Thanks you, Harun! This means so much to me.
Thank you, Jenn 🤗