My father passed away on Thanksgiving Day. It's a story that I am fortunate enough to be able to share here today. Though this might sound sad, it's actually a story of triumph due to beautiful opportunities and how reaching out, keeps us alive.
I thank The Moth for giving me the surreal moments of sharing my story with so many on their Mainstage. I am forever grateful. You can listen to it here: http://themoth.org/posts/stories/fathers-death
Thank you, everyone, for being a big reason why I tell my stories. It's because you are here, to share them with.
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ha. was cool to see the pictures that went with the story....
ReplyDeletemy first grandfather died at 5, my grandmother at 6, my other grandfather at 10...i have faint memories of each death day...i had king vitamin cereal at the first one at my cousins house, the firemen lining the road on the last...
We have them ingrained, B. THank you for listening.
DeletePowerfully sad and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for listening, Peyton. Truly. xo
DeleteI just happened upon your story on the moth podcasts, which led me to look up your blog. I am mother to a 5 year old boy and almost 2 year old girl... The end of your story made me cry sad/happy/hopeful tears. Thank you for sharing... And thank you for saving that boy from so much suffering! :')
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful gift, your words here, THank you, Felina. So much. Our lives can never be separate from others.
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