thank you for this, really beautiful. my best friend committed suicide in our twenties, its a certain texture of grief that lives on in so many unanswered ways. i just want to say and im sure you know this - just as Dalton gave you space to be who you are, you do that everyday with your care. when you take a seat to explain the poetry of the points after inserting them, it’s the same deep care of the person who would buy you a ticket to hawaii. 🖤
Really beautiful, my best friend suicided when I was in my early 20’s. It was shattering. You really capture that near limitless grief and how it carries on in us. As if we are no longer living our lives just for ourselves any longer.
This is so beautiful- I know you so well, and yet whenever you tell a story I’m surprised and moved again by the depth of what I don’t know and have yet to learn. I can’t wait for a lifetime of learning, and I’m sorry you didn’t have that with Dalton.
But he’s alive to me here.
I wish I’d met him, even though he hated almost everyone so the statistics were against us. I’m so thankful he made you the person who appeared to me.
The picture of you two makes my heart ache, but in the good way- that’s the gift of the way you write, too.
Amazing. Beautiful. Thank you. I’m still sobbing. You are an incredible writer. I can’t believe it has been 20 years. Sending love and appreciation. When my sister died my heart broke and I have never been the same. Your writing reminded me of that. Thank you.
thank you for this, really beautiful. my best friend committed suicide in our twenties, its a certain texture of grief that lives on in so many unanswered ways. i just want to say and im sure you know this - just as Dalton gave you space to be who you are, you do that everyday with your care. when you take a seat to explain the poetry of the points after inserting them, it’s the same deep care of the person who would buy you a ticket to hawaii. 🖤
Really beautiful, my best friend suicided when I was in my early 20’s. It was shattering. You really capture that near limitless grief and how it carries on in us. As if we are no longer living our lives just for ourselves any longer.
Thank you for sharing him ❤️
This is so beautiful- I know you so well, and yet whenever you tell a story I’m surprised and moved again by the depth of what I don’t know and have yet to learn. I can’t wait for a lifetime of learning, and I’m sorry you didn’t have that with Dalton.
But he’s alive to me here.
I wish I’d met him, even though he hated almost everyone so the statistics were against us. I’m so thankful he made you the person who appeared to me.
The picture of you two makes my heart ache, but in the good way- that’s the gift of the way you write, too.
Amazing. Beautiful. Thank you. I’m still sobbing. You are an incredible writer. I can’t believe it has been 20 years. Sending love and appreciation. When my sister died my heart broke and I have never been the same. Your writing reminded me of that. Thank you.
Beautiful. Thank you.
Russ, this is so beautiful. And so gracefully spot on. 💛
So touching Russ, I love this ‘loss gifts you the radiant beauty of living as only seen from the edge of its own vanishing.’
I am really sorry. Love from Brazil.
Beautiful exploration of grief - thank you for writing it. Love from Copenhagen❤️
I feel this in my bones. Thank you for writing it.
I loved reading this Russell, thank you for sharing his life.
What an amazing wonderful ride through your experience with love and grief. Thank you.
This is beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Russell, what a stunning, loving way to share Dalton with us. What gifts you were to each other. 🤍
Your writing is a steep naked march up a mountain. It's inspiring. Can I share it?