Hello dear Jane, as I was reading your lovely piece I kept thinking...wait til she's 76! I definitely want a tattoo too. I'm planning a small blue wave on the inside of my left foot. Stay tuned.
This is wonderful! We try to embrace the part of living that death and dying embody. We try to look at full face at the wonder it’s real cycle, but doing so does not necessarily capture the terrible poignancy and sadness of loss of those we love. Or how fragile we all truly are.
This beautiful essay captures this and is a gift to us all. Thank you snd thank you to your father as well!!
This is really great, Jane. We really do sorta have to live this whistling-past-the-graveyard life where we know it all comes to an end, but we keep going forward as if it never will.
Yeah, stupid mortality. I've decided not to think about it anymore. I've got nothing deep to add today, other than the whole kids moving away to college thing isn't seeming as gut wrenching as it once did. I will miss them, but I won't miss the mess and the anxiety of a bunch of it.
What you say is all too true. Losing someone close to you is not only heartbreaking but it stirs up a whole kettle of bubbling worries about your own mortality. During the pandemic, death has been circling all of us---and it's in our faces every single day. I'm not sure about the tattoo but keep on being that extraordinary person you are!
Hello dear Jane, as I was reading your lovely piece I kept thinking...wait til she's 76! I definitely want a tattoo too. I'm planning a small blue wave on the inside of my left foot. Stay tuned.
This is wonderful! We try to embrace the part of living that death and dying embody. We try to look at full face at the wonder it’s real cycle, but doing so does not necessarily capture the terrible poignancy and sadness of loss of those we love. Or how fragile we all truly are.
This beautiful essay captures this and is a gift to us all. Thank you snd thank you to your father as well!!
This is really great, Jane. We really do sorta have to live this whistling-past-the-graveyard life where we know it all comes to an end, but we keep going forward as if it never will.
ouch, yeah. Definitely a sign of a great writer that it so often feels you are speaking directly to me. 💕
Love this. Right there with you (except that my dad had a brand-new, exceptionally fast Mac)
Yeah, stupid mortality. I've decided not to think about it anymore. I've got nothing deep to add today, other than the whole kids moving away to college thing isn't seeming as gut wrenching as it once did. I will miss them, but I won't miss the mess and the anxiety of a bunch of it.
What you say is all too true. Losing someone close to you is not only heartbreaking but it stirs up a whole kettle of bubbling worries about your own mortality. During the pandemic, death has been circling all of us---and it's in our faces every single day. I'm not sure about the tattoo but keep on being that extraordinary person you are!