Perhaps the "small earthquake shaking" was a hello from Jimmy? If you believe in such things. Your memories written with love notable in every sentence keeping him close in mind and heart... this was beautiful to read.
My heart goes out to you, Lina! My dad had that surgery at 80 and lived 10 more years, but he was a sonuvabitch. When I told him he'd gotten it because he was always foaming at the mouth, he laughed hard. (My mother wasn't nearly as amused by my joke.) Anyway, just really saying that my heart is with you. Jimmy was clearly your heart.
💓💥💓yes! You got that right and I'm so glad that Jimmy comes through in this piece. Thank you for reading it and letting me know about your dad (and moms "humor")
When I first saw the image of this tissue I was taken aback just a bit. I mean, of all the things, right? But your beautiful story and the feelings tied to such a random item that stayed in your tote made it a special connection to a lost love that makes all the sense in the world to keep. 💔
Beautiful writing & sentiment of a great love. What a feeling you have shared of loss that we can all relate to. Hugs all around. To love, to loss, to life! ❤️🙏🏼
The earthquake is a fascinating twist—an act of nature reveals the tissue, echoing life & love itself—the most powerful things can both destroy & reveal, simultaneously.
There is so much loss but so much hope & gratitude.
Or maybe the earthquake doesn’t destroy. Maybe death doesn’t destroy. It pulls the ground from under our feet, and we are shifted. Forever displaced, but still making connections and art and love.
That fragile tissue so poignant and steadfast. Like your memories of him. Beautiful.
The strength of something so delicate
Thank you for reading about my Jimmy and commenting. I really appreciate it
Perhaps the "small earthquake shaking" was a hello from Jimmy? If you believe in such things. Your memories written with love notable in every sentence keeping him close in mind and heart... this was beautiful to read.
I love that idea
My heart goes out to you, Lina! My dad had that surgery at 80 and lived 10 more years, but he was a sonuvabitch. When I told him he'd gotten it because he was always foaming at the mouth, he laughed hard. (My mother wasn't nearly as amused by my joke.) Anyway, just really saying that my heart is with you. Jimmy was clearly your heart.
Thank you for reading💓
💓💥💓yes! You got that right and I'm so glad that Jimmy comes through in this piece. Thank you for reading it and letting me know about your dad (and moms "humor")
So beautiful! The last sentence—oof.
Thank you for reading 💓
Thank you so much for reading it and saying that about the connection... It's so true isn't it about our lives and loved ones.
Definitely!!
What a beautiful evocation of the details and complexities of grief.
It really is ❤️
When I first saw the image of this tissue I was taken aback just a bit. I mean, of all the things, right? But your beautiful story and the feelings tied to such a random item that stayed in your tote made it a special connection to a lost love that makes all the sense in the world to keep. 💔
Yes, the tissue makes perfect sense. Death is the thing that doesn’t 🥺
How beautiful your love and how tragic your loss. I'm so sorry. Thank you for sharing your story. ♥️
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Thank you for reading it, and sharing your comments. 💝
Thank you for sharing your husband, Jimmy. What a beautiful soul...
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Yes he was! Thanks for your comments and for reading "our" story. 🎉
I am looking for a kleenex. Thank you for this beautiful piece. Perfect details and you portray Jimmy as the champ he surely was.
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Thanks! really was my hero. And this was a fun piece to share about him.💞💥💕
So so good. Thank you.
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Beautiful writing & sentiment of a great love. What a feeling you have shared of loss that we can all relate to. Hugs all around. To love, to loss, to life! ❤️🙏🏼
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You are one of my connections.. And I'm grateful for you! ❤️
Now I know why my grandma always kept tissues in her pocketbook. Not to save, but to have them on hand when we read stories like this.
Oh this takes me right back to my nana 💓
This is both gorgeous & devastating.
The earthquake is a fascinating twist—an act of nature reveals the tissue, echoing life & love itself—the most powerful things can both destroy & reveal, simultaneously.
There is so much loss but so much hope & gratitude.
What a stunning piece. I will not forget it.
Or maybe the earthquake doesn’t destroy. Maybe death doesn’t destroy. It pulls the ground from under our feet, and we are shifted. Forever displaced, but still making connections and art and love.
I love this reading
A heartbreaking love story that needed to be shared. 🙏❤️🙏
Thank you for reading 💓
OMG Lina this is heartbreaking 💔 I know your loss but with your words I feel your loss. Keep writing please.
Wonderful point about knowing vs feeling💓
Oh, man, I need a tissue, this really made me cry in its poignant wonder. Thank you.
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