Completely with you in that waiting room, Wendy. Such a touching evocation of what it means to be the one who has to hold it all, suppressing the roiling emotions that threaten to show themselves.
Love the way the various stories interweave in the narrator’s mind. So honest. Haven’t we all found ourselves comfortable (or not-so-comfortable) strangers in the spaces of our past.
I'm so glad Weathering has been some solace for you Wendy and I all too clearly recognise this parallel life we're living at the moment. Curiously, I take some comfort in it. I hate going to the hospital we're visiting every day at the moment, as it reminds me of the time before. And the time before. Like you say, it's impossible to escape. And I have a very unhelpful story in me at the moment that I am needing to reauthor although I am content to wallow for a little longer as well. Sometimes I need that. Anyway, thank you for this. And I'm holding you in my heart and mind xxx
Many working class people are survivors. Those skills and that experience is passed on. I see that in your mum, saw it in my mum when she stepped into the care home for people with dementia. Of course she died. She was resilient in that experience and I love her for that.
Love the way the various stories interweave in the narrator’s mind. So honest. Haven’t we all found ourselves comfortable (or not-so-comfortable) strangers in the spaces of our past.
Completely with you in that waiting room, Wendy. Such a touching evocation of what it means to be the one who has to hold it all, suppressing the roiling emotions that threaten to show themselves.
Thank you x
Love the way the various stories interweave in the narrator’s mind. So honest. Haven’t we all found ourselves comfortable (or not-so-comfortable) strangers in the spaces of our past.
Thanks x
Beautiful and heartfelt writing. X
Thank you. X
I'm so glad Weathering has been some solace for you Wendy and I all too clearly recognise this parallel life we're living at the moment. Curiously, I take some comfort in it. I hate going to the hospital we're visiting every day at the moment, as it reminds me of the time before. And the time before. Like you say, it's impossible to escape. And I have a very unhelpful story in me at the moment that I am needing to reauthor although I am content to wallow for a little longer as well. Sometimes I need that. Anyway, thank you for this. And I'm holding you in my heart and mind xxx
Thank you so much xx
Oh, Wendy, this is so beautifully written. You had me from the beginning. This piece is marvelous and many thanks for it.
Thank you x
Many working class people are survivors. Those skills and that experience is passed on. I see that in your mum, saw it in my mum when she stepped into the care home for people with dementia. Of course she died. She was resilient in that experience and I love her for that.
Xxx
Poignantly and beautifully put.
Thank you x
I actually let out a breath of relief when your mom came out, ready to go home. Peace be with you.
This is a beautiful piece which exactly captures the very particular hell of hospital waiting rooms ❤️
Love the way the various stories interweave in the narrator’s mind. So honest. Haven’t we all found ourselves comfortable (or not-so-comfortable) strangers in the spaces of our past.
Touching - deeply moving. Thank you.
Thank you x