Of course, when Brandee told me that her daughter died, I knew how painful that must be, but I had no idea, really. Her story gives me a glimpse of how painful losing a child is. I had never taken the time to imagine such detail, nor did I have the resources to do so.
Another friend of mine had told of “viewing” a parent from a small room, on the other side of a window. The “unpreserved body” had to be isolated, according to health law. I greatly appreciate that Brandee was able to be “with” her Erica. Less theatrical.
Thank you, Brandee, for letting your heart retch out this experience so we can tread more silently, touch more gently, and see more clearly what such an experience is like.
Dear Reader, you have an opportunity to read, comment and vote for this and the other four finalists at the announcement page for the 2014 CBC Creative Nonfiction Prize.
I made the CBC nonfiction short list. I was unsure whether to mention it, when the list was announced yesterday. The story is nothing to do with the building or homesteading that remains the focus of this blog. It’s an intensely personal story. Both of these things factored against posting my news here.
Ultimately though: you are all a part of my journey and many have been since the start of this great experiment of ours. You’ve cheered on our victories and encouraged me during times of frustration, and graciously even shared your own triumphs, tribulations, and aspirations. I may not have met everyone face-to-face but you are just as real a community as the one that I live in.
Like all of our adventures, writing is something I’ve embarked on without a clear map or idea of where it’ll take me. This seems a good start though. You can…
View original post 34 more words
Grace Buchanan Audiobooks -- Let's Build Bridges Together -- renovating 
Leave a Reply to annesquared Cancel reply