I am sitting in the Gerald R. Ford international airport reading this, having just said farewell to my sifu, and attending the memorial of my closest father figure (next to my actual father).
I view death from a much different t perspective than most, but while I choose to embrace it, and even view suicide as a personal decision I never judge or criticize, stories like this remind me that no matter how death comes, it still leaves a wound in those left behind.
My oldest four children suffer the consequences of how I managed the death of their sister, seeking to “protect” them. My youngest two even feel that weight even though they never knew her.
Your words always challenge me in good ways. Even though I have not changed my views or beliefs on death and dying—or even suicide, it does help me to grow and be empathetic towards those who suffer from loss.
When you write Jason, you ignite something in the reader - realisations, new understanding, new perspectives. I never fail to be moved and slightly changed (it always feels for the better) by what what you share. Thank you.
Hi Jason <3 You are so cool at expressing this complex pain you feel, in simple ways that us outsiders can understand. Thank you for bringing someone like me - a total stranger - into your mindset and grieving heart. You are a lion of a man. I would love to tell you that you totally are the full package: a Daddy, a Dad, a Father. I challenge you to take back the titles... I challenge you to write a poem to your daughters (for your benefit!), and call the poem, "I Am Proud To Be Your Daddy". IMO, you are that. You deserve to feel it, again. You deserve to imagine your sweet Chloe reading the poem, and shaking her head in agreement. <3
Grieving loss of my wife to Q Anon and various offshoot rabbit holes. Now everything is a conspiracy. She is still alive physically but lives in an alternate reality. After 42 years a switch went off. Thanks for your course.
This one got me in the feels a bit.
I am sitting in the Gerald R. Ford international airport reading this, having just said farewell to my sifu, and attending the memorial of my closest father figure (next to my actual father).
I view death from a much different t perspective than most, but while I choose to embrace it, and even view suicide as a personal decision I never judge or criticize, stories like this remind me that no matter how death comes, it still leaves a wound in those left behind.
My oldest four children suffer the consequences of how I managed the death of their sister, seeking to “protect” them. My youngest two even feel that weight even though they never knew her.
Your words always challenge me in good ways. Even though I have not changed my views or beliefs on death and dying—or even suicide, it does help me to grow and be empathetic towards those who suffer from loss.
When you write Jason, you ignite something in the reader - realisations, new understanding, new perspectives. I never fail to be moved and slightly changed (it always feels for the better) by what what you share. Thank you.
Is this your daughter? It looks really beautiful.
Incredibly powerful!
Hi Jason <3 You are so cool at expressing this complex pain you feel, in simple ways that us outsiders can understand. Thank you for bringing someone like me - a total stranger - into your mindset and grieving heart. You are a lion of a man. I would love to tell you that you totally are the full package: a Daddy, a Dad, a Father. I challenge you to take back the titles... I challenge you to write a poem to your daughters (for your benefit!), and call the poem, "I Am Proud To Be Your Daddy". IMO, you are that. You deserve to feel it, again. You deserve to imagine your sweet Chloe reading the poem, and shaking her head in agreement. <3
Love your writing, Jason. Thank you for your transparency, it really helps others. God bless.
Grieving loss of my wife to Q Anon and various offshoot rabbit holes. Now everything is a conspiracy. She is still alive physically but lives in an alternate reality. After 42 years a switch went off. Thanks for your course.
F*ck.
That's all I can manage at the moment.