I read this today. Such an apt, heart warming piece. Yes, grief is never perfect. It can't be. And, yes, it changes you. Sometimes it will make you strong, sometimes weak. Losing a parent feels like shit. But they never leave; they will land up in some way to give you a solution, pat your back, laugh with you. Celebrate them and being grateful for the wonderful years they gave us is the best way to honour them and soothe the grief.
And I read your essay about your father’s death. Sending you big bear hugs Manisha. Grief as we know it lays down upon us in strange ways. Sometimes we move over, sometimes we carry it within us. Thank you for writing your essay. I felt your loss.
I read this today. Such an apt, heart warming piece. Yes, grief is never perfect. It can't be. And, yes, it changes you. Sometimes it will make you strong, sometimes weak. Losing a parent feels like shit. But they never leave; they will land up in some way to give you a solution, pat your back, laugh with you. Celebrate them and being grateful for the wonderful years they gave us is the best way to honour them and soothe the grief.
I wrote this late last year. Almost a year and a half after his passing. https://savvysoumya.substack.com/p/the-many-shades-of-grief-the-day
Lots of hug.
A moving essay on loss and renewal. Thank you for writing this
And I read your essay about your father’s death. Sending you big bear hugs Manisha. Grief as we know it lays down upon us in strange ways. Sometimes we move over, sometimes we carry it within us. Thank you for writing your essay. I felt your loss.