My husband died six weeks ago, I am remembering moments and some of them hurt, then a few days later, having read something in his journals or on-line, a new meaning presents itself and love surfaces. Thank you for capturing that in your writing today.
I often shared your weekend pieces with him and together we appreciated your reflections and your humanity. Some even made their way into sermons!
Thank you for sharing your life and experiences through your pen.
Since 2019 I have been madly writing a book of poetry, lyrics, short stories and observations to leave behind for my family and friends. It will offer insights into our relationships that they can re-read any time. I trust it will give comfort.
Every once in awhile I read something that stays with me in the part of my mind that is eternal memory. Sometimes something I read becomes part of the catalog of moments I refer to, and pull back up and look at, when I'm thinking what does my life mean. It's a gift when something I read becomes part of what I reflect on when I measure what's important, and where is this path I'm on taking me.
Well done John! You created a beautiful tapestry of longing, reflection and real life. I love the image you paired with this story, I felt it gave it even more depth. Thanks for a great read.
My husband died six weeks ago, I am remembering moments and some of them hurt, then a few days later, having read something in his journals or on-line, a new meaning presents itself and love surfaces. Thank you for capturing that in your writing today.
I often shared your weekend pieces with him and together we appreciated your reflections and your humanity. Some even made their way into sermons!
Thank you for sharing your life and experiences through your pen.
Hold on to the beautiful moments Ailsa xxx. Every time you think of him he is right there with you, in your heart.
Since 2019 I have been madly writing a book of poetry, lyrics, short stories and observations to leave behind for my family and friends. It will offer insights into our relationships that they can re-read any time. I trust it will give comfort.
Every once in awhile I read something that stays with me in the part of my mind that is eternal memory. Sometimes something I read becomes part of the catalog of moments I refer to, and pull back up and look at, when I'm thinking what does my life mean. It's a gift when something I read becomes part of what I reflect on when I measure what's important, and where is this path I'm on taking me.
I have noticed how literal I can be. A chest full of asteroids made me envision a Hope chest with sparks flying out of it.
Oh, that was beautiful. You created an embracing atmosphere that held me through to the end.
That is so beautiful and moving John.
Well done John! You created a beautiful tapestry of longing, reflection and real life. I love the image you paired with this story, I felt it gave it even more depth. Thanks for a great read.
Loved this story. So many good lines, deep truths. More, please. Thank you.