It is days before the one-year anniversary of the loss. I will be staying with my mother tonight, who is having surgery tomorrow that will require me to stay with and look after her for roughly the next 10 days. Upon waking this morning, as eyes were being rubbed, legs stretched, and faculties regained, a random memory popped into my head. Kara gesticulating and whisper-screaming, “Zuppa Toscanaaaaaa!” at me.
Grief is the weirdest and hardest thing to get through. There is no roadmap, but you have founds way to make this personal journey of yours so very accessible and... I don't feel so alone in my own spaces of grief when I read your words.
Thank you for sharing yourself, and for sharing Kara.
Grief is the weirdest and hardest thing to get through. There is no roadmap, but you have founds way to make this personal journey of yours so very accessible and... I don't feel so alone in my own spaces of grief when I read your words.
Thank you for sharing yourself, and for sharing Kara.
Wishing you more frequent moments in the sun as time passes Adam. And fwiw OG zuppa toscana is one of my guiltiest pleasures.
Thank you, Adam.
Ditto what Laurel said. I love the double memory concept soooo much. I look forward to your posts and I always feel better after reading them.