Monique,I feel the impact of the fatal detonation that scattered your family into pieces. My dad died at the end of my 17th year and I too longed for him and searched for him in such a similar way. On the tube, in my dreams next to me ,in my own eyes,in those of my son years later. The longing changed like yours and had to be eased too l…
Monique,I feel the impact of the fatal detonation that scattered your family into pieces. My dad died at the end of my 17th year and I too longed for him and searched for him in such a similar way. On the tube, in my dreams next to me ,in my own eyes,in those of my son years later. The longing changed like yours and had to be eased too like yours I think. Now I do long still for him,but mostly know he is somehow alongside me but not too.
Monique,I feel the impact of the fatal detonation that scattered your family into pieces. My dad died at the end of my 17th year and I too longed for him and searched for him in such a similar way. On the tube, in my dreams next to me ,in my own eyes,in those of my son years later. The longing changed like yours and had to be eased too like yours I think. Now I do long still for him,but mostly know he is somehow alongside me but not too.
Thankyou for your writing .