Emily, this piece gutted me in the most beautiful way. Your ability to animate memory—to give voice to objects, to grief, to the silent conversations between a toy train and a car seat—is staggering. It’s like you’ve made space for all the things we feel but rarely say out loud. The image of Tatum playing with Aiden’s toys, not as a memorial but as part of her real, joyful world, felt like a tiny healing I didn’t expect. Thank you for trusting us with this kind of honesty. You don’t just write about loss—you give it breath, and meaning, and strangely, hope.
359 words, more than enough to move me 🤍
Thank you, Caroline!
SO good - thank you for the remix, I didn’t catch this one the first time around. I love it. 🥰
xoxo!
Emily, this piece gutted me in the most beautiful way. Your ability to animate memory—to give voice to objects, to grief, to the silent conversations between a toy train and a car seat—is staggering. It’s like you’ve made space for all the things we feel but rarely say out loud. The image of Tatum playing with Aiden’s toys, not as a memorial but as part of her real, joyful world, felt like a tiny healing I didn’t expect. Thank you for trusting us with this kind of honesty. You don’t just write about loss—you give it breath, and meaning, and strangely, hope.
4o
Oh wow, Anton. Thank you so much for this. It means a lot that my story touched you... that even if you don't have the experience, you can relate.