My goodness, this is a beautiful circle — from the child version of the narrator believing herself psychic as she recites from heart to the daughter borrowing the sunglasses to see her grandpa in the sky to the final recitation.
Yeah, it's tough. I believe if you wanna make amends with sb, you must do it when they're alive. And to quote from sb: "Forgiving sb isn't for that person, it's more for yourself".
Reading this on the train, listening to Mozart and crying. This sadness of his loss will never pass. So brilliant and so heartbreaking and so true about our childhood. The older I get, the more I have a feeling that the only "real" thing we had was our childhood.
Wow. Thanks for your post, Tanya. My dad's still alive, and i'm usually on good terms with him (We joke about things, my parents and i try to have a good time, ...), although sometimes his repetitive warnings infuriate me (I know he loves me a lot, and wants me to avoid doing sth carelessly, but he usually admonishes me for even making a small mistake. Over time, when he repeatedly does so, i reach the moment when i get furious when he does so). What can i do? I'm a stubborn person and so is he, and also neither i nor he like to lose control of what we're doing.
Beside this, he's a model for in so many things: I love how he's able to persuade sb, how to answer sb who's criticizing him, how his students greatly respect him (even his former students), ... .
It's a tough one. We really do see them in a different light when they're gone... I don't know if it's possible (I hope it is) to make that switch when they're still here. Thank you for reading and sharing your story 💜
Beautiful, Tanya. He heard you.
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My goodness, this is a beautiful circle — from the child version of the narrator believing herself psychic as she recites from heart to the daughter borrowing the sunglasses to see her grandpa in the sky to the final recitation.
Thank you so much, Holly, for reading and commenting 💜
Yeah, it's tough. I believe if you wanna make amends with sb, you must do it when they're alive. And to quote from sb: "Forgiving sb isn't for that person, it's more for yourself".
Reading this on the train, listening to Mozart and crying. This sadness of his loss will never pass. So brilliant and so heartbreaking and so true about our childhood. The older I get, the more I have a feeling that the only "real" thing we had was our childhood.
Wow. Thanks for your post, Tanya. My dad's still alive, and i'm usually on good terms with him (We joke about things, my parents and i try to have a good time, ...), although sometimes his repetitive warnings infuriate me (I know he loves me a lot, and wants me to avoid doing sth carelessly, but he usually admonishes me for even making a small mistake. Over time, when he repeatedly does so, i reach the moment when i get furious when he does so). What can i do? I'm a stubborn person and so is he, and also neither i nor he like to lose control of what we're doing.
Beside this, he's a model for in so many things: I love how he's able to persuade sb, how to answer sb who's criticizing him, how his students greatly respect him (even his former students), ... .
It's a tough one. We really do see them in a different light when they're gone... I don't know if it's possible (I hope it is) to make that switch when they're still here. Thank you for reading and sharing your story 💜
Beautiful, Tanya.
Thank you, Rona 💜
Oh, thank you for sharing this, Tanya. So moving and raw.
Thank you, Diane 💜
Searingly beautiful and poignant. Thanks for sharing these.