there is so much love and understanding in this piece. Thank you for sharing your heart.
On my father-in-laws last wedding anniversary, he was in the hospital. Of course, no one knew for sure it would his last anniversary (or Christmas, a day apart). That’s the thing about life, we never know when the last time we do anything will be. Death and loss teach us to be ever more grateful and present, never taking a single moment of our own body’s ability to be mobile, or love, connection and celebration for granted.
It’s obvious, dear Danni, that you never take love for granted.
Sage, you know me by heart. I can thank these experiences. Loss. Hardship. Pain. We do not wish for these things, but they are somewhat necessary. Without them would we remember to love better, wider, more intensely? I don't think so.
I read this through tears absolutely flooding down my face. It's so beautiful, and you so perfectly captured the feelings, the uncapturable feelings. I'm thinking of you, and I'm sending so much love to you and your family. May these last moments be ones of peace and love and oneness. ❤️❤️❤️
My heart extends and expands to you and yours. You are strong with love, and tears can also be a strength. Thank you for being who you are! And for who you are becoming. ❤️❤️❤️
I Love you ....yes, capital L on purpose. This made me slow down and feel, not just read. You are so emotionally brave… you write like you’re whispering to a friend in the dark… present, unpretentious, compassionate. The way you hold space for grief and love in the same breath is a rare and beautiful strength. Death has a way of teaching us what to hold onto ...and what to let fall away .....and you’ve captured that here with such tenderness. This isn’t just writing about love ... it is love! I’m holding you in my heart today. ❤️
there is so much love and understanding in this piece. Thank you for sharing your heart.
On my father-in-laws last wedding anniversary, he was in the hospital. Of course, no one knew for sure it would his last anniversary (or Christmas, a day apart). That’s the thing about life, we never know when the last time we do anything will be. Death and loss teach us to be ever more grateful and present, never taking a single moment of our own body’s ability to be mobile, or love, connection and celebration for granted.
It’s obvious, dear Danni, that you never take love for granted.
Sage, you know me by heart. I can thank these experiences. Loss. Hardship. Pain. We do not wish for these things, but they are somewhat necessary. Without them would we remember to love better, wider, more intensely? I don't think so.
Sending you all so much love 💓
Thank you Geraldine. 💞💞💞
I read this through tears absolutely flooding down my face. It's so beautiful, and you so perfectly captured the feelings, the uncapturable feelings. I'm thinking of you, and I'm sending so much love to you and your family. May these last moments be ones of peace and love and oneness. ❤️❤️❤️
I love you Kaila. I feel your presence. 💕
My heart extends and expands to you and yours. You are strong with love, and tears can also be a strength. Thank you for being who you are! And for who you are becoming. ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks Mike. Love you.
❤️
💕💕💕
I Love you ....yes, capital L on purpose. This made me slow down and feel, not just read. You are so emotionally brave… you write like you’re whispering to a friend in the dark… present, unpretentious, compassionate. The way you hold space for grief and love in the same breath is a rare and beautiful strength. Death has a way of teaching us what to hold onto ...and what to let fall away .....and you’ve captured that here with such tenderness. This isn’t just writing about love ... it is love! I’m holding you in my heart today. ❤️