This is eerie, and I mean this complimentarily. Maybe uncanny is the word I'm looking for. I was so, so close to my grandmother, closer than I was to my parents (and especially these days, 'am') and even though she died in 2006, I still miss her and think of her so often and from that time till now, I've never been able to confide in my parents the way I did with my beloved Granny. This was such a beautifully written, evocative piece, and only goes to show what a gifted and well-rounded writer you are.
well now i'm crying too! those tiny details really do have that effect, you've captured them perfectly
nostalgia is such a powerful genre. i genuinely want to cry because i know these exact emotions, this is such a beautifully written piece
Thank you so much for the kind words. Nostalgia will be the death of me every time.
This is woven beautifully, really rich with emotions omg 😭🫶💕
That means so much to me. Thank you for the kind words. I have too many emotions, I think.
And that what makes you SO special 💯🙏💓 Luvv ur writing!! Xx
Wow. I don’t deserve such praise ☺️
yeah you do :)
This is eerie, and I mean this complimentarily. Maybe uncanny is the word I'm looking for. I was so, so close to my grandmother, closer than I was to my parents (and especially these days, 'am') and even though she died in 2006, I still miss her and think of her so often and from that time till now, I've never been able to confide in my parents the way I did with my beloved Granny. This was such a beautifully written, evocative piece, and only goes to show what a gifted and well-rounded writer you are.
You’re too kind ☺️