Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart. I don't even know what to say, but want to reach back through the screen with a hug. The writing took exactly the amount of space necessary. A brilliant work, putting something so personal into words that bring readers along with you.
I'm currently wiping away tears so my coworkers won't realize that, once again, I am not working. Mickey, this is such a gorgeous portrait of a sibling's love, such an incredibly honoring ode to your sister. I can't help but feel as though I shouldn't have been allowed to see that, as if I should know you for years and years before even catching a glimpse of something that personal. But I am thankful to have been granted a peek, to admire the way you've taken her pain (and yours) and transmuted them both into a love letter that feels so intimate, so handmade, something so pure and true that only a child can create. The child in you and the child in her. The poem is breathtaking, the song broke something deep inside of me in a way that I am very grateful for.
This reminded me of the last days i had with my grandma, from my father side. I resemble her a lot, in terms of look. She always celebrated my birthday, even when i have already in my 20ish. She bought me gifts and even with limited mobility, tried to make it to my parent's house just to watch me blew my candles.
The last days i spent with her in hospital bed, her asking me when i would get married for a million times, and i always replied with, "when you are healthy enough to attend". She passed away a bit later. Birthdays and holidays don't feel the same anymore.
I am sorry for your sister. I hope you find the consolation wherever you wish her there.
This made me think of my nephew. The part about getting married in the backyard of a hospice home - the contrast of something so alive being met with something slowly fading…just stop making me cry. How does your wife live with you? Honestly.
Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart. I don't even know what to say, but want to reach back through the screen with a hug. The writing took exactly the amount of space necessary. A brilliant work, putting something so personal into words that bring readers along with you.
I don't want to cheaper it by saying more.
Thank you so much for this. 🙏
I'm currently wiping away tears so my coworkers won't realize that, once again, I am not working. Mickey, this is such a gorgeous portrait of a sibling's love, such an incredibly honoring ode to your sister. I can't help but feel as though I shouldn't have been allowed to see that, as if I should know you for years and years before even catching a glimpse of something that personal. But I am thankful to have been granted a peek, to admire the way you've taken her pain (and yours) and transmuted them both into a love letter that feels so intimate, so handmade, something so pure and true that only a child can create. The child in you and the child in her. The poem is breathtaking, the song broke something deep inside of me in a way that I am very grateful for.
This really hit me man. Thank you. I am glad you found value in it. I was nervous to post it.
This reminded me of the last days i had with my grandma, from my father side. I resemble her a lot, in terms of look. She always celebrated my birthday, even when i have already in my 20ish. She bought me gifts and even with limited mobility, tried to make it to my parent's house just to watch me blew my candles.
The last days i spent with her in hospital bed, her asking me when i would get married for a million times, and i always replied with, "when you are healthy enough to attend". She passed away a bit later. Birthdays and holidays don't feel the same anymore.
I am sorry for your sister. I hope you find the consolation wherever you wish her there.
This made me think of my nephew. The part about getting married in the backyard of a hospice home - the contrast of something so alive being met with something slowly fading…just stop making me cry. How does your wife live with you? Honestly.
Also, my heart goes out to your family and your nephew. I know the pain of it.
🤣 she didn’t read anything I write!