My father died when he was fifty years old and I was nineteen. He died suddenly and then slowly—a heart attack at work that he never regained consciousness from, followed by three weeks in a coma on life support, and then gone. The loss of my father changed me. It defined me for a long time. It was my identity, how I thought of myself. There was a life that my father didn’t get to live. There was a life with him that I didn’t get to live. His loss is bigger, yes, but mine...mine is big, too. And deep. And at times over the decades since, all-consuming.
Oh this is beautiful. And right now is exactly the right time (for me anyway) to think about this kind of thing - these ten days always make me a little more open to it. Happy new year and I can't wait to read the book.
oh gosh, first we're long lost SLC missed connections and now this? the poet-turned-dead-dead-fiction?? (admittedly my dad passed when I was a bit older, but it definitely has colored everything I've tried to write since.) hugs.
Oh Cari, who me? weeping over my breakfast before logging into my day job? I can't wait to read the novel, and I too am hoping there is a bright open space on the other side of the Dead Beloved book.
This was beautiful. And helpful to read for me as I work on a new project that is partway made of grief, but not all the way.
Oh, Cari, yes—the divine carriage through mitzrayim. I can’t wait to read it and hopefully hear you read from it.
I love this.
This is gorgeous. It's going to stick with me.
Oh this is beautiful. And right now is exactly the right time (for me anyway) to think about this kind of thing - these ten days always make me a little more open to it. Happy new year and I can't wait to read the book.
I loved this. Looking forward to reading The Narrow Place someday.
Ooooh I wish we were having coffee so we could talk about this further. xox
Pure gold, Cari, and excited for you as you re-embark. Sending love to take with you on your journey.
5⭐️ Would read that novel
oh gosh, first we're long lost SLC missed connections and now this? the poet-turned-dead-dead-fiction?? (admittedly my dad passed when I was a bit older, but it definitely has colored everything I've tried to write since.) hugs.
Cari, this is beautiful. Can't wait to read your novel. Love all your writing! Thanks for sharing here.
So looking forward to reading both of these.
Oh Cari, who me? weeping over my breakfast before logging into my day job? I can't wait to read the novel, and I too am hoping there is a bright open space on the other side of the Dead Beloved book.
Love this one, Cari. Thanks for writing it.