Sometimes I think back to random little details that I remember about people I cherish. Anything that might have stood out to me but I hadn’t realized until we’ve been apart for a little. I feel like grief vivifies such reminiscence and what could’ve felt redundant… becomes a liminal experience of sorts like: did our grief add more meaning to what was a trivial detail. Or what was trivial to us all through out was always emotionally gracious, we just didn’t know. Thank you for sharing with us what it feels like missing your dad.
Lovely - I expect to have a cocktail this evening - I’ve assorted drinks in my lovely black cabinet with half glass doors. I just look and see what I fancy - if uninspired I have a little book and a deck of recipes.
Hi Alice, thank you for sharing these beautiful memories. I have always tried to love martinis. Reading this piece drew laughs and tears from my face. I think I may have a new reason to try to love them.
Moved me to tears, especially given I also lost my father to sudden cardiac arrest when he was 62 and have been left with so many unsolvable mysteries about him. What brilliant writing - surgically precise and full of heart, even a twist of humour. Thank you ❤️🩹
what a stunning piece Alice, thank you. a beautiful tribute to your father.
Sometimes I think back to random little details that I remember about people I cherish. Anything that might have stood out to me but I hadn’t realized until we’ve been apart for a little. I feel like grief vivifies such reminiscence and what could’ve felt redundant… becomes a liminal experience of sorts like: did our grief add more meaning to what was a trivial detail. Or what was trivial to us all through out was always emotionally gracious, we just didn’t know. Thank you for sharing with us what it feels like missing your dad.
Loved reading this!
Lovely unity of voice and purpose! You can smell the cigarettes and citrus peels. ❤️
Beautiful work & discerning taste.
I loved reading this so much. I’m not a martini drinker, but I think I will be this evening
how beautiful!
Lovely - I expect to have a cocktail this evening - I’ve assorted drinks in my lovely black cabinet with half glass doors. I just look and see what I fancy - if uninspired I have a little book and a deck of recipes.
This made me cry
Hi Alice, thank you for sharing these beautiful memories. I have always tried to love martinis. Reading this piece drew laughs and tears from my face. I think I may have a new reason to try to love them.
This was fantastic.
Martinis and grief - a gorgeous cocktail of a piece, pun intended 🩷
Moved me to tears, especially given I also lost my father to sudden cardiac arrest when he was 62 and have been left with so many unsolvable mysteries about him. What brilliant writing - surgically precise and full of heart, even a twist of humour. Thank you ❤️🩹
Like a young Patrick to a jangling Auntie Mame💚
love this!