I have a piece up on a new and amazing site called Modern Loss which has candid conversations about grief. It’s truly beautiful.
Here’s an excerpt of my piece:
I’m in a yoga class with my forehead pressed into the mat — this cheesy orange mat with a giant sunset and a backlit tree branch — and my friend Steve Bridges is saying “Hi Gin.” A transplanted Texan, Steve says my name, Jen, like I’m booze. And he’s talking to me during yoga.
The thing is, Steve is dead.
“Steve, it’s Jen, not Gin. I hate gin. At least call me Wine.” We used to laugh at that.
Your writing is so raw and beautiful….thank you for sharing these words…..it makes me realize that even in death, we are not as alone as we think we may be….peace friend.
I wish you peace in knowing that your father and Steve Bridges loved you. And I thank you for sharing your grief. In doing so, you are supporting others who are experiencing deep personal grief.
Hugs to you, Jen.