‘As adults, food became a shared language when words failed us.’ A graphic essay by Ella Bucknall about eating with her brother.
What a beautiful way of remembering your brother. I’m so sorry for your loss.
To Pat.
A wonderful tribute, I’m very sorry for your loss.
This is really beautiful. Thank you
Beautiful. I lost my mum last year and so many foods bring memories: thickly spread butter and marmite on toast; the crack of the skin on a perfectly roast chicken; ripe figs warmed in the sun.
Thank you for sharing this.
Elli, these are beautiful evocative memories - I'm sorry for your loss 🤍
Thank you ❤️
This is so beautiful. Thank you Ella, and I'm so very sorry.
That was really beautiful and evocative. Thanks.
So sorry for your loss. Your way of mourning sounds really wonderful.
Gorgeous xx
The illustrations are beautiful.
Sending love. The synchronicities are real <3 have faith
What a beautiful way of remembering your brother. I’m so sorry for your loss.
To Pat.
A wonderful tribute, I’m very sorry for your loss.
This is really beautiful. Thank you
Beautiful. I lost my mum last year and so many foods bring memories: thickly spread butter and marmite on toast; the crack of the skin on a perfectly roast chicken; ripe figs warmed in the sun.
Thank you for sharing this.
Elli, these are beautiful evocative memories - I'm sorry for your loss 🤍
Thank you ❤️
This is so beautiful. Thank you Ella, and I'm so very sorry.
That was really beautiful and evocative. Thanks.
So sorry for your loss. Your way of mourning sounds really wonderful.
Gorgeous xx
The illustrations are beautiful.
Sending love. The synchronicities are real <3 have faith