I enjoyed this column despite the wistfulness of passing time, my nostalgia of a daily lifestyle that has changed so much, and the final three words of the penultimate paragraph.
You are capturing what my heart has been feeling. It is such a strange feeling to become the elder. I have felt this acutely with the passing of my father a decade ago. Your family, honestly, Katrina, such a beloved kinship. Indeed a blessing of love that has and IS shaping you. We are still that blob of clay given to us in kindergarten to create something from. Gentle and loving care from one blob of a being to another. 💜🪶
Your elegies for your beloveds are always so beautiful. Love the way you pay attention 💙
Thank you, friend. I've been lucky to have so many good ones in my life. XO
I enjoyed this column despite the wistfulness of passing time, my nostalgia of a daily lifestyle that has changed so much, and the final three words of the penultimate paragraph.
Beautiful reflection, Katrina. You are super consistent in that way ☺️
Thanks, my friend. 💙
Dear Katrina, The title got me "Those Who make Us—Those Who Keep Us." The rest was icing that melted my heart, such a beautiful tribute. Hugs.
You are capturing what my heart has been feeling. It is such a strange feeling to become the elder. I have felt this acutely with the passing of my father a decade ago. Your family, honestly, Katrina, such a beloved kinship. Indeed a blessing of love that has and IS shaping you. We are still that blob of clay given to us in kindergarten to create something from. Gentle and loving care from one blob of a being to another. 💜🪶
Yes... that's it: The strange feeling of becoming the elder. Especially when I still consider myself young.