My god, this is so rich. Beautiful. Thank you for crafting this piece and capturing such felt memory, emptiness, seeing, connection, questioning, heritage, meaning 🙏 Saving to later feel again❤️
This broke the dam behind my eyes. I've lost many and with them rich histories, including Hungary and Vienna.... and I still don't know how to hold it all when it comes crashing in.
This was very moving to read. I have buried two husbands. The last one died right on front of me. No warning. His last word to me was No! I had asked if he was ok because he was breathing funny. Then he died. For me, the word became my litany...No..No...No... I did CPR. The police zapped him. Nothing helped. And all I could say was No...No...No... over and over again. Your writing is beautiful. And sensitive. and Real. I am not a Scorpio, but I am just like your other post about the strong one. You are a gifted writer. You touch my very soul.
This is achingly, lovingly beautiful. And true. I can feel and taste those moments with you.
I have been in the room as someone walked that final stretch of road, watched others fill the silence with uncomfortable chatter or movement. But before I had ever done that, I picked up the phone to a sobbing voice telling me “he’s gone” and describing in hysterical detail the car crash, a fence post, the windshield…and I found myself behind dark soundproof glass for years, wondering how everyone else outside walked around like everything was fine. Perhaps it prepared me to be in rooms with others, comfortable in the uncomfortable, recognizing the sacred, offering a witness instead of deflection.
My god, this is so rich. Beautiful. Thank you for crafting this piece and capturing such felt memory, emptiness, seeing, connection, questioning, heritage, meaning 🙏 Saving to later feel again❤️
This broke the dam behind my eyes. I've lost many and with them rich histories, including Hungary and Vienna.... and I still don't know how to hold it all when it comes crashing in.
This was very moving to read. I have buried two husbands. The last one died right on front of me. No warning. His last word to me was No! I had asked if he was ok because he was breathing funny. Then he died. For me, the word became my litany...No..No...No... I did CPR. The police zapped him. Nothing helped. And all I could say was No...No...No... over and over again. Your writing is beautiful. And sensitive. and Real. I am not a Scorpio, but I am just like your other post about the strong one. You are a gifted writer. You touch my very soul.
Perhaps it would be better to start saying: "Igen, tudom, persze, hogy tudom".
Also you keep playing my favourite songs.
This is achingly, lovingly beautiful. And true. I can feel and taste those moments with you.
I have been in the room as someone walked that final stretch of road, watched others fill the silence with uncomfortable chatter or movement. But before I had ever done that, I picked up the phone to a sobbing voice telling me “he’s gone” and describing in hysterical detail the car crash, a fence post, the windshield…and I found myself behind dark soundproof glass for years, wondering how everyone else outside walked around like everything was fine. Perhaps it prepared me to be in rooms with others, comfortable in the uncomfortable, recognizing the sacred, offering a witness instead of deflection.
You are a witness here. No deflection.