Saul, I read this with a throbbing lump in my throat. Such incredibly meaningful words and beautiful storytelling. This really stayed with me: "His Three Daughters allowed me to peek through a window into my own past, and look at the places I had been, and those I had lost."
Also, I could not love this more: "She repeatedly told me that my older son was not playing heartily enough for her liking. She had suggestions for his technique on the seesaw."
Saul, I read this with a throbbing lump in my throat. Such incredibly meaningful words and beautiful storytelling. This really stayed with me: "His Three Daughters allowed me to peek through a window into my own past, and look at the places I had been, and those I had lost."
Also, I could not love this more: "She repeatedly told me that my older son was not playing heartily enough for her liking. She had suggestions for his technique on the seesaw."
This is so beautiful, Saul! I want to pass out from the heady combination of culture, personal resonance, politics, religion, and grief.