She was gifted The Artist's Way from my mother one year - her request, not my mother's idea.
In fact, she was an amazing and brilliant writer, but morning pages is a harsh mistress and my wife was no disciplinarian, self-described.
Even with five years to prepare, we never really said goodbye, and never discussed very much outside of what was immediate; the endless carousel of medical processes and making her quality of living as good as it could possibly be.
Her MP notebooks remind me of all the words she'll never say; her voice on those pages, unheard. Words I might or might not ever hear in another version of our story where she lives and we grow old together.
My wife struggled on and off with morning pages.
She was gifted The Artist's Way from my mother one year - her request, not my mother's idea.
In fact, she was an amazing and brilliant writer, but morning pages is a harsh mistress and my wife was no disciplinarian, self-described.
Even with five years to prepare, we never really said goodbye, and never discussed very much outside of what was immediate; the endless carousel of medical processes and making her quality of living as good as it could possibly be.
Her MP notebooks remind me of all the words she'll never say; her voice on those pages, unheard. Words I might or might not ever hear in another version of our story where she lives and we grow old together.
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Just for the record, making you cry today was not on my to do list. XO
EXTRA CREDIT I GUESS
John 😭😭😭