This is beautiful and devastating. I am so sorry for this immense loss. Quentin was my best friend as very small children in Nigeria. I think of him and our childhood memories often over the years since his and Bennett’s passing, as I did today when I was once again searching for somewhere tangible to put this grief. What a gift this piece was. Reading about him through your mother’s poetry was difficult but I am so thankful I did. Your writing is a light. Thank you.
O Vanessa. Salvaging from the wreck. How large she was, how encompassing & there's that huge open capacity in you as well.
This is beautiful and devastating. I am so sorry for this immense loss. Quentin was my best friend as very small children in Nigeria. I think of him and our childhood memories often over the years since his and Bennett’s passing, as I did today when I was once again searching for somewhere tangible to put this grief. What a gift this piece was. Reading about him through your mother’s poetry was difficult but I am so thankful I did. Your writing is a light. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing. Your compassion is a gift