Woke up this morning, often Substack mornings on Sunday, and thought of you and Sophie, so I reread this post and the comments. Sending prayers that bring love and comfort and whatever else might sustain you as you help Sophie sustain life and seed her dreams.
I remember reading The Stranger and I swear, it still haunts me, plagues me.
What if you are doing everything that makes Sophie happy already? You are her world, you are there, you tend to her with loving hands and yes, an open heart. I know she dreams of you doing just these very things, making her happy.
not fair to make me cry first thing on an east-coast morning. you are such a terrific writer, elizabeth. how you can even parse a sentence day after day escapes me; you give and give. thank you. and remember, for me, as i am sure for many others, if you ever need anything, please just ask. hoist the red flag. xoxo
I'm so glad to hear Sophie is home. Even if she can't explicitly tell you, I think you have a sense of what makes Sophie happy and brings her peace. Your communication happens on another level, even deeper than Camus and Sartre.
Im so grateful to have you in my life, even though we havent caught up in a long time. But you and your family are always there with me in the recesses of my heart, reminding me of openness, courage and love....what the beauty of showing up no matter what is all about , if only to just be able to experience a wonder we could never even have imagined on the othrr side...life is insane
Woke up this morning, often Substack mornings on Sunday, and thought of you and Sophie, so I reread this post and the comments. Sending prayers that bring love and comfort and whatever else might sustain you as you help Sophie sustain life and seed her dreams.
I remember reading The Stranger and I swear, it still haunts me, plagues me.
What if you are doing everything that makes Sophie happy already? You are her world, you are there, you tend to her with loving hands and yes, an open heart. I know she dreams of you doing just these very things, making her happy.
not fair to make me cry first thing on an east-coast morning. you are such a terrific writer, elizabeth. how you can even parse a sentence day after day escapes me; you give and give. thank you. and remember, for me, as i am sure for many others, if you ever need anything, please just ask. hoist the red flag. xoxo
You brought tears to my eyes. I'm glad Sophie is home. Sending you both hugs and love.
Yes. To give them ease.
I'm so glad to hear Sophie is home. Even if she can't explicitly tell you, I think you have a sense of what makes Sophie happy and brings her peace. Your communication happens on another level, even deeper than Camus and Sartre.
This is beautiful. And so hard. I love you.
Im so grateful to have you in my life, even though we havent caught up in a long time. But you and your family are always there with me in the recesses of my heart, reminding me of openness, courage and love....what the beauty of showing up no matter what is all about , if only to just be able to experience a wonder we could never even have imagined on the othrr side...life is insane