I wrote this piece in October 2019: before the pandemic, before my mother died, and one year after my grandmother’s death. I wrote it from a place of disconnection with the traditional rituals of grieving. I wrote it during a time when I could turn to grief and pick it up, and even slip into it, for an hour or a day.
Gisela
Gisela
Gisela
I wrote this piece in October 2019: before the pandemic, before my mother died, and one year after my grandmother’s death. I wrote it from a place of disconnection with the traditional rituals of grieving. I wrote it during a time when I could turn to grief and pick it up, and even slip into it, for an hour or a day.