My dad, who was a writer, wanted his ashes mixed into the ink of his last book. I could never get the publishers to agree, though! Great story, Stéphanie.
Grief is an ever shifting creature. It comes and goes, it shows up when we least expect it. Sometimes it disappears for months. I'm glad this piece touched you and made you feel less alone 🙏
I know that last cry, my dear one. And I love everything about your writing and your point. Hugs and kisses.
My dad, who was a writer, wanted his ashes mixed into the ink of his last book. I could never get the publishers to agree, though! Great story, Stéphanie.
Thanks, Scott. I like the idea your dad had for his ashes. It's poetic. But probably rather impractical ☺️
A really moving piece. Thank you for this. I think we can often feel alone in our grief, this has made me feel less alone. X
Grief is an ever shifting creature. It comes and goes, it shows up when we least expect it. Sometimes it disappears for months. I'm glad this piece touched you and made you feel less alone 🙏