I have nothing tangible that belonged to my father. They are all in my mother’s and brother’s possession. But when I look into the mirror each day, I see my father so clearly. I have his eyes, I have his nose. No one can ever take that away from me. My father died in 1981,…
I didn’t get to see the actual interview, but I’ve read the blow by blow accounts in The NY Times and here are my thoughts from the perspective of someone who knows childhood grief well. There was grief all over the page in this interview. Un-processed grief over the sudden, tragic and early death of…
I think it helps a lot if we consider everyone to be on loan to us. Child, spouse, partner, parent, lover, friend, colleague. When we think of relationships in this way, we will learn to value people more knowing that tomorrow the person may be gone, or that the relationship may be over. Lahat ay…
