Susan don't think about how you write. Just write the stories to hold on to them. I always compare myself, or wish I could do better... Thank you for your kind comment.
Another beautiful and poignant essay, Alice. It reminds me that there are no final conversations, only interrupted ones, with much left unasked or unsaid. As for bereavement hallucinations, they aren’t really the domain of counsellors or psychiatrists; they are the normal property of grief and loss, not to be pathologized but rather to be recognized as transient sensory fragments of enduring connection.
This is such a beautiful and touching story. Many mothers do carry burdens that we do not know about. At times I wish that I could ask my mother about the issues she kept private….unfortunately I didn’t but her presence is still vibrant in my life.
Alice, this is another elegant piece of writing. It created such strong visuals for me. I saw your mother in her kitchen and your father bending over his stamps. This piece will stay with me for a long time.
I know that wish. My mother's Mom died when she was 13, her Dad when she was 19. I knew the facts but she could/would never talk about them or her feelings. I would love to sit down with her for a day and really talk.
So moving Alice ! Thank you
Very moving and so well written. I aspire to how you write.
Susan don't think about how you write. Just write the stories to hold on to them. I always compare myself, or wish I could do better... Thank you for your kind comment.
Touching and resonates…”She guarded her secrets because sharing them would not have served her purpose”.❤️
Wow! What powerful insights, shared so eloquently.
Such a loving story of motherhood and sacrifice told by a skilled writer.
Very thought provoking. The secrets the previous generation of my family took to the grave could fill a book. How many do we guard in the same way?
So touching and beautifully expressed. Thank you
Beautifully written.
Your memories are so vivid…I felt your mothers love for you and you for her. Just beautiful.
Alice, this is such a powerful text of love and intimacy, feelings and regrets. Congratulation on another perfectly well written personal story.
Another beautiful and poignant essay, Alice. It reminds me that there are no final conversations, only interrupted ones, with much left unasked or unsaid. As for bereavement hallucinations, they aren’t really the domain of counsellors or psychiatrists; they are the normal property of grief and loss, not to be pathologized but rather to be recognized as transient sensory fragments of enduring connection.
That sounds true. Thank you.
Such a poignant story. Thank you
This is such a beautiful and touching story. Many mothers do carry burdens that we do not know about. At times I wish that I could ask my mother about the issues she kept private….unfortunately I didn’t but her presence is still vibrant in my life.
Thank you for this story…
Marylin Smith Carsley
A touching essay - beautifully written. Poignant yet very positively insightful - thank you.
Alice, this is another elegant piece of writing. It created such strong visuals for me. I saw your mother in her kitchen and your father bending over his stamps. This piece will stay with me for a long time.
I know that wish. My mother's Mom died when she was 13, her Dad when she was 19. I knew the facts but she could/would never talk about them or her feelings. I would love to sit down with her for a day and really talk.