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Savvy, reading your pieces about S and his family feels like a such a gift. As if you're entering somewhere sacred. A life, many lives honoured and loved in writing. Love itself transforming in words through your memory.

I don't know how you feel or how hard it must be. But I think I can safely say that S knows he is very loved, wherever he is.

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This must've been hard to write. I'm so sorry, Savvy.

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Savvy it reminds me of Saba . I was 32 and I remember everything of that day in slow motion. Just like S mom I too hung around and ate there for a month. Thankyou for articulating what a huge loss it is , when a friend departs. 😢

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Thanks for sharing this. It does take enormous courage to compose yourself after a death of a loved one. First, there is denial and then later with time you start to live with it. Thank you for remembering S, he would be delighted to read this and would have smiled on you being late.

Three days ago, we had a death of a close family member. While attending his funeral, I couldn't control my tears. It was heartbreaking and we prayed for the departed soul. We, humans, are strange. Even though we didn't talk much but the connection was there when we were lying him down in the grave. He will be in our prayers.

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Heartbreaking. A very vivid depiction of a huge loss.

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You know when they say "you will remember what you were doing when the twin towers fell" it is the same for the death of this friend. I didn't realise it would, but when i was done writing this early this morning I felt drained out, exhausted. It did take quite a bit out of me. But this has also been very very important.

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