So, I'm still sobbing from the first story. Albie's death was a shrine to tenderness, a temple to enduring love. Your words captured the certainty of death as a rite of acceptance, an inevitable truth none will escape. Then you wrapped those words in a blanket of compassion so pure, so honest, they lingered with me, warm and cosy, long after the swing had been emptied.
Now you drop this continuation and as usual I am in awe of the power in your penmanship. To capture this raw tenderness in words that matter, in prose that holds love and fear and hope in a salute to living, is pure genius. I am beyond moved by this series so far.
Rowan, this is one of the best end of life stories I have ever read. Poignant, historical and most of all, holding presence. No apologies, presence of a life shared and lived. Thank you.
Thank you, Mark. Your words feel like a hand on the shoulder. Presence is exactly what I hoped to honour: a life shared, not explained. I’m glad it reached you.
So, I'm still sobbing from the first story. Albie's death was a shrine to tenderness, a temple to enduring love. Your words captured the certainty of death as a rite of acceptance, an inevitable truth none will escape. Then you wrapped those words in a blanket of compassion so pure, so honest, they lingered with me, warm and cosy, long after the swing had been emptied.
Now you drop this continuation and as usual I am in awe of the power in your penmanship. To capture this raw tenderness in words that matter, in prose that holds love and fear and hope in a salute to living, is pure genius. I am beyond moved by this series so far.
Thanks P. I hope the rest move you just as much. I do enjoy these characters and it is very fresh writing, a work in progress.
So sweet and tender. I only hope I will experience something similar eventually.
Same, what an absolutely delicious way to sign off.
After a week of holding back tears, this broke the dam, beautifully written as always x
Thankyou Ju. Hope it isn't too heavy...
Rowan, this is one of the best end of life stories I have ever read. Poignant, historical and most of all, holding presence. No apologies, presence of a life shared and lived. Thank you.
Thank you, Mark. Your words feel like a hand on the shoulder. Presence is exactly what I hoped to honour: a life shared, not explained. I’m glad it reached you.