You’ve touched me, Sashka, with the way you string your words together and with what you express with them.
I will bookmark your story because, although I didn’t have a close relationship with my own mother, I am familiar with this kind of love because my daughter and I share it. I often think about when I will die and not be here for her, and at the age of twenty-seven, she sees me as the most significant person in her life. I worry for her.
Yesterday on Facebook, a writer friend of mine posted a piece from the Huffington Post: Stifled Grief: How the West Has It Wrong. He lost his wife to cancer last year. She was the love of his life and his everything. His name is Thom Garrett, and I would like to introduce you to his stories. Thom, meet Sashka Rothchild.