Beautifully written; it's so important to get in touch and recognize your grief. Thanks for sharing your story and I'm sorry for your loss. Weird coincidence but February 26 was a terrible day for me but for another reason in my life. Wishing you and your family all the best.
I wrote it as a memoriam for a woman whose existence narrowed to the immediate family while facing her demons. That often befalls people suffering from mental issues.
By putting her name and story out, I hope to keep her memory alive just a little bit longer.
You had a beautiful life with Takako. I am almost jealous now. This post got my eyes watery and made me realise how lucky we are to have fam & friends around, especially a loving spouse. Sending my virtual hug to you.
Oh Nob. I didn’t know, of course. Our lives muddled along apart in different hemispheres. I have always missed you both, of course but I always felt good knowing Nob and Takako were living the best life in the Canadian ‘wilderness’.
When we were in Tokyo, I felt like T was a kindred spirit and I presume to think she felt so too.
In my heart, I will always see Takako at the Obon Odori looking at me with deeply knowing eyes, like she could see the spirits of who I was, had been and am now dancing around us all.
Beautifully written; it's so important to get in touch and recognize your grief. Thanks for sharing your story and I'm sorry for your loss. Weird coincidence but February 26 was a terrible day for me but for another reason in my life. Wishing you and your family all the best.
Thank you.
I wrote it as a memoriam for a woman whose existence narrowed to the immediate family while facing her demons. That often befalls people suffering from mental issues.
By putting her name and story out, I hope to keep her memory alive just a little bit longer.
You had a beautiful life with Takako. I am almost jealous now. This post got my eyes watery and made me realise how lucky we are to have fam & friends around, especially a loving spouse. Sending my virtual hug to you.
Thank you.
I hope people will read our story and see how precious and utterly fragile family life can be.
Please go hug your loved ones.
You don't have to say a word.
Just hug them fiercely like both your lives depended on it.
Because you never know.
Oh Nob. I didn’t know, of course. Our lives muddled along apart in different hemispheres. I have always missed you both, of course but I always felt good knowing Nob and Takako were living the best life in the Canadian ‘wilderness’.
When we were in Tokyo, I felt like T was a kindred spirit and I presume to think she felt so too.
In my heart, I will always see Takako at the Obon Odori looking at me with deeply knowing eyes, like she could see the spirits of who I was, had been and am now dancing around us all.
Mike.