Thank you for writing this Savvy and sharing it with me. I am yet to write about this exact moment in my life. Your words give me the strength to rewind a few more steps and start my story from there. I will...one day....sending you hugs and lots of love.
Savvy, this is such a heartbreaking, and insightful essay on loss. I was too young when I lost my father, but your essay helped me remember so much of the first week of loosing him. This is also so beautifully written. Looking forward to reading more and more and more from you
Savvy -- I came to this from the I am stuck post. You put this here when I was resolutely resisting Substack I think
- and this is incredibly brave writing -- will wait for more. Your father is quite the legend in my head too now and I know only what you write of him!
Savvy, this is such a heartwarming essay. You have written about loss and grief with such dignity and tenderness ! More power to your love for your father and your grieving heart :)
These lines stay with me, so well articulated - "It is a sob. It is a silent cry. It is the howling heart that goes through a shredder again and again and again. It keeps crying, it keeps shredding."
This reminded me of all that mind my mind raced through in the 4 hour car journey from Ranchi to Asansol after the morning call which everyone dreads receiving from the hospital .
Thank you for writing this Savvy. I’m so sorry for your loss. I am going through my own pain of losing my father. His passing is incredibly painful and I’m trying to move through it in my own time. It feels like moving through layers of hell sometimes.
I’m also a writer and I love the way you pieced these words together. Beautiful work. Wishing you calm, love and grace as you move through pain.
Tender and beautiful. I felt like a third person in the car - a witness - the faithful way in which you described the moment just took me there 💙
Thank you for writing this Savvy and sharing it with me. I am yet to write about this exact moment in my life. Your words give me the strength to rewind a few more steps and start my story from there. I will...one day....sending you hugs and lots of love.
My eyes moistened. Reminded me of my father. Thank you
Savvy, this is such a heartbreaking, and insightful essay on loss. I was too young when I lost my father, but your essay helped me remember so much of the first week of loosing him. This is also so beautifully written. Looking forward to reading more and more and more from you
So beautifully written, Savvy! The internal dialogue in the car is a powerful one. The quiet rage is as crass as it is heartbreaking.
Savvy -- I came to this from the I am stuck post. You put this here when I was resolutely resisting Substack I think
- and this is incredibly brave writing -- will wait for more. Your father is quite the legend in my head too now and I know only what you write of him!
I am choking on my tears as I write this. I could imagine every bit of this. Beautifully compiled. Painful indeed. Virtual hugs.
Thank you Ananya.
Savvy, this is such a heartwarming essay. You have written about loss and grief with such dignity and tenderness ! More power to your love for your father and your grieving heart :)
These lines stay with me, so well articulated - "It is a sob. It is a silent cry. It is the howling heart that goes through a shredder again and again and again. It keeps crying, it keeps shredding."
This reminded me of all that mind my mind raced through in the 4 hour car journey from Ranchi to Asansol after the morning call which everyone dreads receiving from the hospital .
Thank you for writing this Savvy. I’m so sorry for your loss. I am going through my own pain of losing my father. His passing is incredibly painful and I’m trying to move through it in my own time. It feels like moving through layers of hell sometimes.
I’m also a writer and I love the way you pieced these words together. Beautiful work. Wishing you calm, love and grace as you move through pain.
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