A beautiful homage to love. I hope you find comfort in whatever you choose to believe. But, in terms of science explaining the human condition, remember science seems to always play a “catch up game”! Think of all the discoveries that dismissed previous strongly held opinions. Think of the fact that our physical senses only measure a minute part of the universe that we live in( sounds that the human ear can’t detect; sight hampered in darkness but not in the animal kingdom; pigeons finding their way home etc!). Don’t look to science to answer your questions. Listen to your heart and to the love that it holds.
exactly! this is why i think that we need to look within us — which seems to always be a place almost as big as the universe — and find out what to believe. the known is only a sliver of the mysteries of the world — and science relies on the observations of our thin reality. we simply cannot fathom the possibilities of the unknown and that’s why i place my bets there. me waking up physically ill the day my father passed away, me feeling his every move in the aftermath of his passing — is no coincidence. that’s science from another dimension and truer than anything else we know. thank you so much for reading — it means more than i can say ❤️ please keep my father in your prayers 🙏
this is one of those pieces that feels impossible to reduce to a comment! <3
what stayed with me most is the idea that when death gives us no certainty, we end up choosing the version of meaning we can bear.. not because it is irrational, but because love asks for somewhere to go! you got yourself another sub! how beautifully written
Just a fleeting thought: this is something A.I. couldn't write.
So unique and moving how your father’s death affects you more deeply given a relative inexperience with loss.
Death puts those other things in perspective anyway. Sounds like your parents already had perspective on what was important.
I hope my kids someday describe me as you described your dad, as someone who hardly ever lost his temper, but I doubt it. It’s who I want(ed) to be, the gold standard of parenting, in my view.
For what it’s worth, I don’t believe in death, but I don’t suppose that’s a comfort to YOU.
I’ve mused on it a bit in my substack: here.
Btw, I came over here from your response to Mr. A’s question looking for blogs like this. I too want to read (and write) pages like he described. Thank you for sharing the link.
This was heartbreakingly beautiful, how deeply moving and human this was, your voice was real and so poetic, the way it drifted like a calm breeze, a murmur in the air, truly breathtaking. I’m sorry for your loss dearest friend, these delicate words will reach your father and make him smile tenderly at you. He’s looking out for you and living through you.
Through you I learned and got attached to him without knowing him, you talked about him in such an amazing and intimate way. Sending you lots of love and prayers darling💗💌
This was a gorgeous piece of writing. It is true, the longer we know someone and form this irreplaceable bond, the bigger of a hole it leave in our hearts. My father has always said to believe the god, the universe, the science within us. It doesn't matter what form of "souls" you believe in, but rather what you do with that info. There is no need to keep trying to find a solution to an unanswerable question, when in the end you're better off believing what you want. Keep telling the stories of your father, this was beautiful to read.
First off, Great taste in music, that is one of my favorites. This was beautiful and really was great intro in your writing. I believe strongly in going within and working through these themes you mentioned and is what I aim to do online. I am super stoked to read more, and feel he is so proud of you using your talent to connect us all to things of such meaning.
The love I could feel through every word of this post for your dear Abbu… Thank you for sharing it with me. Your message is powerful; healing from the passing of a loved one is so difficult, and the wound never truly goes away. Sometimes it opens in the moments you least expect. I really appreciate your words here. Thank you. ❤️
Powerful and deeply touching. the questions you also asked about life after death and consciousness is something we all wonder. The song for your dad that he loved is such a sweet and special way to remember him and for others to remember him as well. Thank you for sharing this 💙
i read the whole thing. line by line. every bit. felt you in every emotion. it hit home. i love you so much baby. I am so sorry you are having to go through this pain at all. i know if it is one thing your father did extremely right in his life it was you. his love and devotion towards you shows in the way you grew up as a person. i know he is in heaven because i wonder how beautiful must have the man been to have raised a daughter as amazing as you. take care of yourself babylove. and we r here for you.
And as for heaven, no matter what materialists say, nothing beats the hope of meeting our loved ones in eternity. (After all, if materialists were right, then what is the whole point of living?)
oh wow. this was beautiful to read and to imagine. i felt like i was in a really intimate space. tears fell as i read. i also love my father with a fierceness, and this hit me hard. i’m so sorry for your loss, but i know two things now: 1) your father is in heaven, and i will pray for a peaceful rest and 2) you are able to alchemize your sorrow and your feelings into something deeply human and healing for the world. wishing you the best, and i was honored to read you and this letter, which feels like a farewell letter. ❤️🩹
This is beautifully written - you are a wonderful storyteller and you had me from the start. The part about the broken china was very poignant and really showed the love and trust you had growing up. Loss is hard - the hardest thing - and you really captured a vivid portrait of the journey. Thank you for sharing.
A beautiful homage to love. I hope you find comfort in whatever you choose to believe. But, in terms of science explaining the human condition, remember science seems to always play a “catch up game”! Think of all the discoveries that dismissed previous strongly held opinions. Think of the fact that our physical senses only measure a minute part of the universe that we live in( sounds that the human ear can’t detect; sight hampered in darkness but not in the animal kingdom; pigeons finding their way home etc!). Don’t look to science to answer your questions. Listen to your heart and to the love that it holds.
exactly! this is why i think that we need to look within us — which seems to always be a place almost as big as the universe — and find out what to believe. the known is only a sliver of the mysteries of the world — and science relies on the observations of our thin reality. we simply cannot fathom the possibilities of the unknown and that’s why i place my bets there. me waking up physically ill the day my father passed away, me feeling his every move in the aftermath of his passing — is no coincidence. that’s science from another dimension and truer than anything else we know. thank you so much for reading — it means more than i can say ❤️ please keep my father in your prayers 🙏
I absolutely will ❤️❤️❤️🙏
Tear-jerking
I hope his soul rests in peace
this is one of those pieces that feels impossible to reduce to a comment! <3
what stayed with me most is the idea that when death gives us no certainty, we end up choosing the version of meaning we can bear.. not because it is irrational, but because love asks for somewhere to go! you got yourself another sub! how beautifully written
Just a fleeting thought: this is something A.I. couldn't write.
So unique and moving how your father’s death affects you more deeply given a relative inexperience with loss.
Death puts those other things in perspective anyway. Sounds like your parents already had perspective on what was important.
I hope my kids someday describe me as you described your dad, as someone who hardly ever lost his temper, but I doubt it. It’s who I want(ed) to be, the gold standard of parenting, in my view.
For what it’s worth, I don’t believe in death, but I don’t suppose that’s a comfort to YOU.
I’ve mused on it a bit in my substack: here.
Btw, I came over here from your response to Mr. A’s question looking for blogs like this. I too want to read (and write) pages like he described. Thank you for sharing the link.
Love and grief are an entanglement. I lost my mother when I was 10 and my father at 18.
Beautifully written and shared. I can feel how deep this runs for you, resonates so much for me. Thank you for sharing ❤️
This was heartbreakingly beautiful, how deeply moving and human this was, your voice was real and so poetic, the way it drifted like a calm breeze, a murmur in the air, truly breathtaking. I’m sorry for your loss dearest friend, these delicate words will reach your father and make him smile tenderly at you. He’s looking out for you and living through you.
Through you I learned and got attached to him without knowing him, you talked about him in such an amazing and intimate way. Sending you lots of love and prayers darling💗💌
This was a gorgeous piece of writing. It is true, the longer we know someone and form this irreplaceable bond, the bigger of a hole it leave in our hearts. My father has always said to believe the god, the universe, the science within us. It doesn't matter what form of "souls" you believe in, but rather what you do with that info. There is no need to keep trying to find a solution to an unanswerable question, when in the end you're better off believing what you want. Keep telling the stories of your father, this was beautiful to read.
First off, Great taste in music, that is one of my favorites. This was beautiful and really was great intro in your writing. I believe strongly in going within and working through these themes you mentioned and is what I aim to do online. I am super stoked to read more, and feel he is so proud of you using your talent to connect us all to things of such meaning.
The love I could feel through every word of this post for your dear Abbu… Thank you for sharing it with me. Your message is powerful; healing from the passing of a loved one is so difficult, and the wound never truly goes away. Sometimes it opens in the moments you least expect. I really appreciate your words here. Thank you. ❤️
Powerful and deeply touching. the questions you also asked about life after death and consciousness is something we all wonder. The song for your dad that he loved is such a sweet and special way to remember him and for others to remember him as well. Thank you for sharing this 💙
A very nice ode to Abbu.
i read the whole thing. line by line. every bit. felt you in every emotion. it hit home. i love you so much baby. I am so sorry you are having to go through this pain at all. i know if it is one thing your father did extremely right in his life it was you. his love and devotion towards you shows in the way you grew up as a person. i know he is in heaven because i wonder how beautiful must have the man been to have raised a daughter as amazing as you. take care of yourself babylove. and we r here for you.
Sending thoughts and prayers.
Such a beautifully written piece.
And as for heaven, no matter what materialists say, nothing beats the hope of meeting our loved ones in eternity. (After all, if materialists were right, then what is the whole point of living?)
oh wow. this was beautiful to read and to imagine. i felt like i was in a really intimate space. tears fell as i read. i also love my father with a fierceness, and this hit me hard. i’m so sorry for your loss, but i know two things now: 1) your father is in heaven, and i will pray for a peaceful rest and 2) you are able to alchemize your sorrow and your feelings into something deeply human and healing for the world. wishing you the best, and i was honored to read you and this letter, which feels like a farewell letter. ❤️🩹
This is beautifully written - you are a wonderful storyteller and you had me from the start. The part about the broken china was very poignant and really showed the love and trust you had growing up. Loss is hard - the hardest thing - and you really captured a vivid portrait of the journey. Thank you for sharing.