PAPA, YOU’RE STILL DEAD

November 27, 2011

This is an essay about grief.

You may not be grieving, but chances are, someone you are close with is.  Perhaps this will be their first Christmas without their husband, or first Hanukkah without their mother, or first New Year’s Eve without a best friend.  As joyful and celebratory as this time of year can be, it can be just as acutely painful when there are people missing.

I hope that some of you will see yourselves in this essay and that others may see grief in a new light.  As always, I am grateful for any feedback you are willing to share.

Back soon with a recipe,

Nishta

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  1. Hi, friend. Have only read the first part of this (up to the paragraph that begins “A quick burst of cortisol”) over my tea break, but here are a few quick thoughts:

    1. You are awesome.
    2. This is beautiful.
    3. The art gallery scene is incredibly powerful.
    4. So is that line about not being able to distinguish what’s important in the face of something so crazy and huge.
    5. Number six on your list: not better, different. YES.

    Looking forward to reading the rest.

    Miss you. xo.

    Comment by Jess — November 28, 2011 @ 10:23 am

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