A note to readers: I cried when I wrote this. I cried again when I edited it. It’s fiction, but it’s also very near reality, which made it both easy and challenging to write. However, it’s one of my favorite pieces. A glimpse into the pain of changing traditions, not because you want them to, but because life goes on. It is also about loss. If you recently experienced loss and/or don’t want to or feel comfortable reading about it, please skip this post. <3
That passage about the black box, trumpeters and men with briefcases is so rich and I can’t help but think more is being said here than what’s in print. I look forward to chewing on these words for a while!
🥺 so touching. I’m in the shoes of the character, feeling their feels...but also feeling my own feelings of nostalgia and solitude. I miss my parents dearly.
This is wonderful. The nostalgia is so relatable!
That passage about the black box, trumpeters and men with briefcases is so rich and I can’t help but think more is being said here than what’s in print. I look forward to chewing on these words for a while!
Well that just made me tear up! 😭💜
🥺 so touching. I’m in the shoes of the character, feeling their feels...but also feeling my own feelings of nostalgia and solitude. I miss my parents dearly.