This was heart breakingly beautiful. I feel like a wiser person after reading it. I'm really sorry for your loss and I'm glad you could rely in your writing to let yourself go and pour it all in and then some more. The story was beautifully paced and felt oh so very real, grief was slow and painful and that's just grief. There are lots of passages I'd like to point out but the one that hit me the most is :
"Harry, who knows loss better than almost anyone, but he doesn’t get it, not really, because he has never had anything for very long before he lost it again; he never had the chance to get used to ‘having someone around’ in the way that families do. Because that is what a family is; people who are just there; completely, indescribably there when you need them most but also, even more importantly, when you think you don’t need them at all. But now there is one less person in her world; one less person who will nag her and call her names and stick up for her virtue and make her laugh and make her cry until she laughs again. Fred is (was) a permanent part of her everyday world and he has been ripped from it in a way that makes her want to yell and scream in anger and she knows that if Fred were here he would be yelling too.
But he isn’t, and she has to say goodbye, and she doesn’t want to do that with anger in her heart."
This story was lovely and sad and I'm just not making it justice. I still feel a weight in the pit of my stomach and I know it'll be there for some time because this story has left its mark on me as all powerful, good stories do. Thank you so much for sharing this, I really appreciate it.
Thank you so much. I don't really know what else to say because honestly I'm a little overwhelmed right now with everything you wrote; except that I'm so touched by the lovely things you said about my writing and I'm so glad it had an effect on you. I tried to make it as real as possible, and I'm really glad that came through. It's funny that you liked that paragraph the most, because that sequence is pretty much taken word for word from something a wrote just after it had happened and the feelings that I was going through when I lost my friend. I also come from a big family and losing my lovely friend has only made me appreciate them more and more.
Just. Thank you for taking the time to read it and telling me what you think. It's just lovely of you.
I'm really sorry for your loss and I'm glad you could rely in your writing to let yourself go and pour it all in and then some more.
The story was beautifully paced and felt oh so very real, grief was slow and painful and that's just grief.
There are lots of passages I'd like to point out but the one that hit me the most is :
"Harry, who knows loss better than almost anyone, but he doesn’t get it, not really, because he has never had anything for very long before he lost it again; he never had the chance to get used to ‘having someone around’ in the way that families do. Because that is what a family is; people who are just there; completely, indescribably there when you need them most but also, even more importantly, when you think you don’t need them at all. But now there is one less person in her world; one less person who will nag her and call her names and stick up for her virtue and make her laugh and make her cry until she laughs again. Fred is (was) a permanent part of her everyday world and he has been ripped from it in a way that makes her want to yell and scream in anger and she knows that if Fred were here he would be yelling too.
But he isn’t, and she has to say goodbye, and she doesn’t want to do that with anger in her heart."
This story was lovely and sad and I'm just not making it justice.
I still feel a weight in the pit of my stomach and I know it'll be there for some time because this story has left its mark on me as all powerful, good stories do.
Thank you so much for sharing this, I really appreciate it.
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I tried to make it as real as possible, and I'm really glad that came through. It's funny that you liked that paragraph the most, because that sequence is pretty much taken word for word from something a wrote just after it had happened and the feelings that I was going through when I lost my friend. I also come from a big family and losing my lovely friend has only made me appreciate them more and more.
Just. Thank you for taking the time to read it and telling me what you think. It's just lovely of you.
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