Thank you for this beautiful and profound essay. Bob was most definitely a gift to you and your family. It is profound when we become adult orphans and our family of origin is gone, and you’ve offered some beautiful philosophical gems for readers to cherish as they move through their lives—and also spoken for those of us who’ve already walked some of those same paths. You’ve touched my heart. Thank you.
Thank you Katrina, this essay moved me to tears. Such a beautiful tribute to your family, three generations of family. Bob sounds like a wonderful and patient man and I am sorry for your loss, all of the losses. I saw that fingernail moon the other night and now I will think about this essay when I see it again.
This is so lovely. And thank you for the lesson – my daughters have all grown and flown, and I feel bereft, however, you reminded me that I taught them to fly with their own wings and not count on me to carry them. Of course I’m here to catch them if they fall, But I appreciate the reminder. Thank you for sharing Bob with us. We saw that fingernail moon as well. Sending you much love.
Thank you for sharing Bob with us. My heart aches in solidarity with you, Katrina. I understand being the oldest left in the family, and I understand having your children spread far and wide. The passage of time goes so quickly and, every once in awhile, my heart flutters in panic with many of the same thoughts: Do they know they can come to me at any time? Will they? Do they know how much I love them? Will they be okay when I am gone? So. Many. Thoughts.
Anyway, hugs to you for all the feelings. All of them.
I’m not crying, you’re crying. What a gorgeous tribute to Bob, and your original family.
Thank you so much, Mary. Writing it made me cry, too. <3
Thank you for this beautiful and profound essay. Bob was most definitely a gift to you and your family. It is profound when we become adult orphans and our family of origin is gone, and you’ve offered some beautiful philosophical gems for readers to cherish as they move through their lives—and also spoken for those of us who’ve already walked some of those same paths. You’ve touched my heart. Thank you.
Such kind words, Ginni. Thank you. I appreciate you being here. <3
Beautiful story and a beautiful tribute to Bob and to family - I loved reading this.
Thank you so much, Kari. <3
RIP sweet Bob. Thank you for sharing him with us. And for your vulnerability and beautiful writing 🫶🏻
Thanks so much, friend. 💙
This was beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much, Joy. <3
Thank you Katrina, this essay moved me to tears. Such a beautiful tribute to your family, three generations of family. Bob sounds like a wonderful and patient man and I am sorry for your loss, all of the losses. I saw that fingernail moon the other night and now I will think about this essay when I see it again.
Oh, Sarelle, the fingernail moon. It's so magical, and it holds so much for me. Thank you for your sweet condolences. <3
The world is a darker place without your mom and Bob in it. Beautiful tribute.
It most definitely is, Wendy. They were both sunshine. <3
This is a lovely tribute. Wishing you peace.
Thank you so much, Heidi. <3
I’m so sorry for your loss. Your tribute was so beautiful it moved me to tears. Rest in peace, Bob.
Thank you so much, MsJamie. <3
This is so lovely. And thank you for the lesson – my daughters have all grown and flown, and I feel bereft, however, you reminded me that I taught them to fly with their own wings and not count on me to carry them. Of course I’m here to catch them if they fall, But I appreciate the reminder. Thank you for sharing Bob with us. We saw that fingernail moon as well. Sending you much love.
Thank you so much, my friend. <3
Feeling your heart woven throughout. Easy and gentle care, Katrina. Dear Bob, such a gem. Big bear hugs. 🫂
Thank you so much, Joanie. <3
Very nice, Katrina.
Sending Love. 🩵
Thank you, Leslie Ann. <3
A lovely tribute. There are some really special people out there.
Some very special ones. Love you, Matty Matt Matt. <3
Thank you for sharing Bob with us. My heart aches in solidarity with you, Katrina. I understand being the oldest left in the family, and I understand having your children spread far and wide. The passage of time goes so quickly and, every once in awhile, my heart flutters in panic with many of the same thoughts: Do they know they can come to me at any time? Will they? Do they know how much I love them? Will they be okay when I am gone? So. Many. Thoughts.
Anyway, hugs to you for all the feelings. All of them.