This really touched me. I also like your lines more as poetry than paragraphs.
I have a theory of falling: we catch a toe and fall when our head is somewhere else. Perhaps you fell this time and in past times because your imagination was so focused on being with your dad. It's a rude awakening and reality check. I'm glad you didn't hurt yourself too badly.
Jill, this hit so close to home. I am in awe at the grace with which you described that deep pain marbleized by incredible beauty. The mountain and the fall almost become parabolic.
Oh my goodness. This is so raw and beautiful. I can’t imagine the pangs of grief that still pierce your heart when you miss your dad. Kind of how the cold wind finds any open spot in your layers and finds its way in. The depth of that pain is one I can’t fathom. Thank you for sharing your journey in grieving and honoring your dad, and the special mountain places that hold so many memories of him. He’d be proud to see you continuing to visit the
This really touched me. I also like your lines more as poetry than paragraphs.
I have a theory of falling: we catch a toe and fall when our head is somewhere else. Perhaps you fell this time and in past times because your imagination was so focused on being with your dad. It's a rude awakening and reality check. I'm glad you didn't hurt yourself too badly.
A wonderful tribute, Jill.
Jill, this hit so close to home. I am in awe at the grace with which you described that deep pain marbleized by incredible beauty. The mountain and the fall almost become parabolic.
Oh Jill...
Oh my goodness. This is so raw and beautiful. I can’t imagine the pangs of grief that still pierce your heart when you miss your dad. Kind of how the cold wind finds any open spot in your layers and finds its way in. The depth of that pain is one I can’t fathom. Thank you for sharing your journey in grieving and honoring your dad, and the special mountain places that hold so many memories of him. He’d be proud to see you continuing to visit the
places you both loved.
“But I can hear him singing…
I want to show you that life comes in circles,
I want to show you life
…let no one steal your shine.”
The Day My Father Died- SYML
It is far from advice, what you already know, cling, grasp, hold tight to the days, weeks, months of joy and pleasure which were yours, if you can.
The rest of your writing in this article is too sad for me to tolerate. yet weep in sympathy for that which you have lost.
Beautifully written, Jill.
I can relate to this so much.