This is beyond touching. And pretty much fits my mood today.
“You can’t hear about this project and not think ‘death’ immediately to some degree. But it is about life because this entire process is happening during her life. This casket is only brought us together — my grandmother and I. The doing of it is all about our relationship. Which maybe is the strongest takeaway of looking your death in the face is having the comfort to have more life.”
Love that this is as much — even moreso — a story about love and life as it is about death.
“I’d like to think my grandmother will remember me as a worthy diplomat of her DNA, I guess, you know.”
I do want to get better at capturing and writing about the sparkling, effervescent, joyful moments in life as much as I write about the heavy soft spots. But isn’t it interesting that these are the things that spur me to post? Maybe this is the story I still need to tell, right now?
[via Dark Rye]
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