I have never experienced such a lovely, healing and wise view of a subject we all think cannot possibly encompass joy, hope, love, light and beauty.
Rachel
Heartbreaking and beautiful.
Emma
Made me tear up… reminds me of my old friend. He had the same initials and he did the same thing to himself at the same age. Hittin home hard but good.
This is so sweet, I can feel what’s probably truly my heart, hurting. A.M… am I the only reader who doesn’t know what happened to him? I don’t get the feeling he’s gone, from seeing this. I feel like he’s coming back, and there’s a part 2. My son is one year younger than A.M. I got your letter in the mail today, today, your baby is playing all, and I can remember my son doing ALL of that- pushing that little walker with wheels, and the high chair, the tangle of cords. I picture your baby playing around in the exact same one where my son did. I’m having some serious baby nostalgia. Oh, how I don’t want my baby to run somewhere and not be able to retrace his steps and come back home.
Caity Bechtel
Why is it that I can only edit anything I write, AFTER I hit Send? I have an impulse issue, and it gets worse all the time. There are too many typos to count, but I’m pretty sure that you can decipher what I said… right?
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This is simply amazing and beautiful.
…and i’m crying at my desk.
Oh man…
I have never experienced such a lovely, healing and wise view of a subject we all think cannot possibly encompass joy, hope, love, light and beauty.
Heartbreaking and beautiful.
Made me tear up… reminds me of my old friend. He had the same initials and he did the same thing to himself at the same age. Hittin home hard but good.
This is beautiful, Jason.
Thank you for this, beautiful.
I love this.
That is so beautiful. Thank you.
It’s marvelous. You did a great work.
This is so sweet, I can feel what’s probably truly my heart, hurting. A.M… am I the only reader who doesn’t know what happened to him? I don’t get the feeling he’s gone, from seeing this. I feel like he’s coming back, and there’s a part 2. My son is one year younger than A.M. I got your letter in the mail today, today, your baby is playing all, and I can remember my son doing ALL of that- pushing that little walker with wheels, and the high chair, the tangle of cords. I picture your baby playing around in the exact same one where my son did. I’m having some serious baby nostalgia. Oh, how I don’t want my baby to run somewhere and not be able to retrace his steps and come back home.
Why is it that I can only edit anything I write, AFTER I hit Send? I have an impulse issue, and it gets worse all the time. There are too many typos to count, but I’m pretty sure that you can decipher what I said… right?
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