Thank you for this. It helps. Almost four years after my mother’s death from cancer I am still not completely sure what to make of the muddle of emotions around my gratitude that I was able to be her primary caregiver at the end of her life and my seething anger at everyone else in the family who wasn’t capable of it.
I find a first draft in second person POV feels the most natural and “safe” when writing about hard things. Especially family related. Maybe it’s like stepping outside of yourself as a participant?
I appreciate the layering here of different perspectives. Thank you for sharing the vulnerable parts here.
The one who does the work is the one who can.
Thank you for this. It helps. Almost four years after my mother’s death from cancer I am still not completely sure what to make of the muddle of emotions around my gratitude that I was able to be her primary caregiver at the end of her life and my seething anger at everyone else in the family who wasn’t capable of it.
I find a first draft in second person POV feels the most natural and “safe” when writing about hard things. Especially family related. Maybe it’s like stepping outside of yourself as a participant?
I appreciate the layering here of different perspectives. Thank you for sharing the vulnerable parts here.
Thank you for sharing this. I love seeing the two perspectives, one after the other. Very moving.
This looking back from multiple perspectives is really a gift. Thank you for sharing of yourself and of your father with us 🤍
Oh Nana 💛