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I am so sorry for your loss, Daisy. I just read your beautiful essay. What a lovely piece and heartfelt tribute to a wonderful woman. Thank you for sharing. Sending much love and peace to you and your family during this difficult time.

I also appreciated your thoughts on writing and setting aside our work, and returning to it when the timing feels right for us. Thank you for your words. 💙

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This is so beautiful. And I have never regretted putting aside a piece of writing. The you who comes back to it sees with clearer eyes ❤️

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Daisy, so sorry to read about the loss of your loving mother-in-law, Annette. I recall the first day we met at BookEnds - you telling me about her and how special she was to you.

My sincere condolences to you and your family.

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I am so sorry for the loss of your Mother-in-law. Thank you for your beautiful writing that captured your significant relationship with your Mother-in-law and her incredible spirit. I appreciate your wisdom on grief and yes, it’s like a tsunami that hits you from behind. I recently lost both of my parents and sister-in-law and your piece brought tears to my eyes. Thank you Daisy!🙏🏻

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Dear Daisy, again it fills me with sorrow to hear about your beloved MIL's passing.

A mother and cherished grandmother.

I know about loss as a mother, writing about it is very hard, but I also remember my grandmother, who lost her mother at the age of 18, she and her three younger sisters were lifelong affected by it, their lives changed direction and I heard of this loss since I was old enough to understand. My grandmother spoke so often about her, for me she came to life and now I try to share this in the book I write.

I thought about what you wrote about the changes, the threshold towards to other side of the mountain of life we ascend and then forge the path down.... or perhaps we just keep climbing until the air gets too thin to breath and we have seen the views...

A few days ago I reminiscent about the years when the children filled the house and my days were packed to the rim with their needs and wants and little else mattered and I miss these days although my own dreams were put on hold for the duration.... My heart time travels on the train of my memories.

You know all about that too. ❤️

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