This essay deviates from our normal topics of reading and writing. It covers the death of a close friend and my subsequent processing of grief. If those aren’t topics you’re up to facing today, I’d suggest saving this post for another day. I turn on my phone when the plane touches down at Heathrow. None of my texts or emails come through. I’m annoyed—I’ve downloaded an e-sim ahead of time to avoid this very predicament, but it’s not working. I’ll have to wait until I get inside the airport to let my family know I’ve landed safely.
Writing is how I understand my feelings, too. That was very well written- you definitely have a gift. Thank you for sharing; I am so sorry for your loss.
Beautifully written, my dearest friend. xo
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Writing is how I understand my feelings, too. That was very well written- you definitely have a gift. Thank you for sharing; I am so sorry for your loss.
Thanks so much, Chrissy. That's really kind of you to say.
This is beautiful. Sending so much love x
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