This brought me to tears - thank you. I'd like to write my Mum's name on here - Joan O'Neill. I have spent most of my 56 years loving and hating her. I now realise, with a lot of help, how difficult her life was. But that I couldn't fix it. Even if I went back and tried. Thanks Sophie.
‘I think of how trying to lay out a line of words to catch the shape of a feeling is like trying to catch the wind.’ You have caught it beautifully. What a special friend to have.
Oh Sophie. I’m so sorry your trip didn’t turn out how you expected, especially with all the incredible synchronicities pointing the way to something profound and equally synchronous. I think we have all experienced those chasms of disappointment, and it is something sacred to be reminded that compounded and complex grief in the face of interrupted healing is something we can hold each other through. Thank you for sharing something so vulnerable with us. Like others have experienced, your offering also brought me to tears — for you, for your dad, for V. And you family, and for those whose names I’ll add too: Rose, Sachiko, Jon, Jack and Patty, Isaac, Bobby, David, Laura, Evangeline, Etta, Gilbert, Bob, DeeDee, Rosemary, Alicia. May their names, and the names of the others shared by others in this space, echo out softly like your dad’s bell at Yume Gardens.
Such a beautiful post, Sophie. I lost my Dad more than thirty years ago and my Mom just over a decade ago. One left this world too soon; the other stayed too long. I still miss them both. But their molecules are still out there, mingling with the world, just as your Dad's bell is still ringing.
Such a beautiful post, Sophie. Holding you in my thoughts. I lost my dad 12 years ago and miss him every day. His name was (and is still to me) Michael. x
This is beautiful. Zafar.
Thank you. 🌞
This brought me to tears - thank you. I'd like to write my Mum's name on here - Joan O'Neill. I have spent most of my 56 years loving and hating her. I now realise, with a lot of help, how difficult her life was. But that I couldn't fix it. Even if I went back and tried. Thanks Sophie.
Thinking of you and Joan, Trish, and honouring you both. So much love x
Brought to tears, this is one of the most precious and beautiful things I have ever read. Thank you for your work 🙏🏼
Thank you so much, Rebecca. I really appreciate your kindness.
‘I think of how trying to lay out a line of words to catch the shape of a feeling is like trying to catch the wind.’ You have caught it beautifully. What a special friend to have.
Thank you so much, Michela. And yes, I'm truly lucky to have such friendship.
Oh Sophie. I’m so sorry your trip didn’t turn out how you expected, especially with all the incredible synchronicities pointing the way to something profound and equally synchronous. I think we have all experienced those chasms of disappointment, and it is something sacred to be reminded that compounded and complex grief in the face of interrupted healing is something we can hold each other through. Thank you for sharing something so vulnerable with us. Like others have experienced, your offering also brought me to tears — for you, for your dad, for V. And you family, and for those whose names I’ll add too: Rose, Sachiko, Jon, Jack and Patty, Isaac, Bobby, David, Laura, Evangeline, Etta, Gilbert, Bob, DeeDee, Rosemary, Alicia. May their names, and the names of the others shared by others in this space, echo out softly like your dad’s bell at Yume Gardens.
Thank you, Eric. May each of their names continue to sound. I appreciate this so much.
This is so beautiful! Thank you very much for sharing it...
Thank you so much, Amy. ✨
Beautiful post, Sophie. Thank you so much.
I loved this: “the wind has been ringing out my Dad’s name for all this time”.
Sending love to you in your grief.
And ringing a bell for my beloved Andy, greatly missed 🔔
Honouring you and Andy, Jackie. Thank you. ✨
Such a beautiful post, Sophie. I lost my Dad more than thirty years ago and my Mom just over a decade ago. One left this world too soon; the other stayed too long. I still miss them both. But their molecules are still out there, mingling with the world, just as your Dad's bell is still ringing.
Thank you, Helen. Thinking of you and your Mum and Dad. I love this image of molecules mingling with the world.
Such a beautiful post, Sophie. Holding you in my thoughts. I lost my dad 12 years ago and miss him every day. His name was (and is still to me) Michael. x
Thank you, Terri. Honouring you and Michael here. 💜