Your words remind me of something I call the ontological radiation field or Autoflow.
Grief is like a heavy winter coat. You don’t throw it away overnight, but step by step, your body learns to carry it differently. Autoflow is that invisible warmth beneath the coat the steady current that helps the weight feel lighter over time.
This is beautiful and makes me feel okay to continue to live with the grief of having lost my dad a year ago, which is still so heavy and new. Instead of wishing it away…
I’m sorry to hear about the passing of your dad Nima. That first year feels impossibly heavy; like it’s stitched into every part of you. I’m so sorry you’re walking through this.
I’ve learned we don’t have to wish the grief away to keep living; we just find gentler ways to carry it. Sending you love as you keep finding your way. 💕
Thank you for your kind words, Debra! 🧡 yes the first year was fucking hard, I won’t lie.. but also full of lessons. Write about it here in case you want to check it out:)
This is such a beautiful and inspiring tribute to your Dad, my friend. Thank you for writing and sharing this with such openness and grace. Your words will resonate with many and help them feel less alone in their grief. There’s so much tenderness here, and strength too. ❤️🩹🤗💛✨️
You're so welcome, my friend. Your words truly stayed with me. Sending you love and strength as you continue carrying both the loss and the love. Always here cheering you on. Your writing is a gift, thank you for sharing it with the world.
Oh ….. my heart. 💜
Your words remind me of something I call the ontological radiation field or Autoflow.
Grief is like a heavy winter coat. You don’t throw it away overnight, but step by step, your body learns to carry it differently. Autoflow is that invisible warmth beneath the coat the steady current that helps the weight feel lighter over time.
This is beautiful and makes me feel okay to continue to live with the grief of having lost my dad a year ago, which is still so heavy and new. Instead of wishing it away…
Thank you💙
I’m sorry to hear about the passing of your dad Nima. That first year feels impossibly heavy; like it’s stitched into every part of you. I’m so sorry you’re walking through this.
I’ve learned we don’t have to wish the grief away to keep living; we just find gentler ways to carry it. Sending you love as you keep finding your way. 💕
Thank you for your kind words, Debra! 🧡 yes the first year was fucking hard, I won’t lie.. but also full of lessons. Write about it here in case you want to check it out:)
https://powlsstuff.substack.com/p/the-year-two-realities?r=27ol9s
Sending hugs. I still talk to my.mom too (10 years in December). I recorded a podcast on talking to lost loved ones that'll be coming out in October
Ooof, this made me sob. Such a beautiful piece of writing. Your Dad must be so proud.
Thanks so much Sam ❤️🩹
This is such a beautiful and inspiring tribute to your Dad, my friend. Thank you for writing and sharing this with such openness and grace. Your words will resonate with many and help them feel less alone in their grief. There’s so much tenderness here, and strength too. ❤️🩹🤗💛✨️
Thank you for your kind words my friend.
You're so welcome, my friend. Your words truly stayed with me. Sending you love and strength as you continue carrying both the loss and the love. Always here cheering you on. Your writing is a gift, thank you for sharing it with the world.
Debra, this was such a beautiful tribute to your dad. My favorite lines from this piece: Seven years later, it’s… softer.
It’s had time to settle into the bones of me,
like a murmur shaking in my marrow.
Thank you for writing down these words.
Wajeeha, that means a lot to me. Those lines poured straight out of me and felt so raw. I’m grateful they found a home with you. 🤍