Thanks for writing about that subject today. I just recently lost my mom. Her memorial was last Sunday. It was beautiful. I’ve been fortunate to spend time w family and friends that love her. Much love to you and yours!!❤️🩹
Beautifully written. I read this from both sides of the loss, as a mom (and now grandma) and as the child that lost all the elders. Can we put one another in our wills? I have some sweet guitars and gear and a few cute outfits to leave you. Mostly, I think you will enjoy my extensive brooch collection. (I am serious, mostly.) Love you, Dave. My sympathies to you and your family. ❤️
...unexpected lump in my throat, fist clench in my solar plexus. Hard to read because I didn't feel like feeling. But then I couldn't stop reading because, like Goldilocks in that empty house in the woods, 'twas just right in all the ways.
Thank you Dave, for loving mom, my sister and even crotchety old dad. Maybe we can sneak into the old homestead someday, when the new neighbors are gone. We'll drink lots of beer and stare at the lake.
This is beautiful. I became a fan of yours around the start of the pandemic and one of my faves was your Instagram lives playing fetch with Luci in the basement (with the random toilet).
Aw, Dave! 💔💝 If we are paying attention, our wounds become our greatest gifts. ✍️ Proud of you.
I came here today because my 93 year old mom texted me and said your Substack made her laugh until she cried. She's a little twisted so now I'm confused which post she was reading. But what you are doing here is beautiful. Thanks.
Lovely. The end of another road. My Mom never throws anything out but my Dad blitz attacks every once in awhile and really pisses her off. They are 85 and have more kitsch than I will be able to sort. Enh… as my Dad says. Throw the shit out. We won’t know~ we’ll be dead! Glad you are three. Stay strong loves
It’s amazing how a house can be a living, breathing thing — it’s inanimate, but it will be alive in your memories, and always will be. It's inevitable to have to say goodbye to a place that means so much, but one is never quite ready for it when it happens.
This was such a beautiful entry. Thank you so much for writing about this subject.
You are the best boy, Davey. Thinking of you both, (and Lu, too). Bittersweet.
Thanks, Bobbi!
Thanks for writing about that subject today. I just recently lost my mom. Her memorial was last Sunday. It was beautiful. I’ve been fortunate to spend time w family and friends that love her. Much love to you and yours!!❤️🩹
Thanks, Lisa!
This is so beautiful, Dave.
Thanks, Melissa!
Beautifully written. I read this from both sides of the loss, as a mom (and now grandma) and as the child that lost all the elders. Can we put one another in our wills? I have some sweet guitars and gear and a few cute outfits to leave you. Mostly, I think you will enjoy my extensive brooch collection. (I am serious, mostly.) Love you, Dave. My sympathies to you and your family. ❤️
...unexpected lump in my throat, fist clench in my solar plexus. Hard to read because I didn't feel like feeling. But then I couldn't stop reading because, like Goldilocks in that empty house in the woods, 'twas just right in all the ways.
Thank you Dave, for loving mom, my sister and even crotchety old dad. Maybe we can sneak into the old homestead someday, when the new neighbors are gone. We'll drink lots of beer and stare at the lake.
Thank you, Will. Love you, brother.
This is beautiful. I became a fan of yours around the start of the pandemic and one of my faves was your Instagram lives playing fetch with Luci in the basement (with the random toilet).
Peace be with all of you.
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened” -Dr Seuss
I’m so very sorry, Dave. What’s important is that you and your girlfriend have each other for love and support. That really helps.😢💔
Aw, Dave! 💔💝 If we are paying attention, our wounds become our greatest gifts. ✍️ Proud of you.
I came here today because my 93 year old mom texted me and said your Substack made her laugh until she cried. She's a little twisted so now I'm confused which post she was reading. But what you are doing here is beautiful. Thanks.
Lovely. The end of another road. My Mom never throws anything out but my Dad blitz attacks every once in awhile and really pisses her off. They are 85 and have more kitsch than I will be able to sort. Enh… as my Dad says. Throw the shit out. We won’t know~ we’ll be dead! Glad you are three. Stay strong loves
It’s amazing how a house can be a living, breathing thing — it’s inanimate, but it will be alive in your memories, and always will be. It's inevitable to have to say goodbye to a place that means so much, but one is never quite ready for it when it happens.
This was such a beautiful entry. Thank you so much for writing about this subject.
Thinking of all of you today <3
If staring out of windows can beget such sweet thinking on sorrow and loss and love, don’t stop now Dave.
Thank you & so sorry & so grateful.
Thank you, Tracy!