Sorry for your loss. We lost our 19-year-old daughter 12 years ago. After all this time when the pain sneaks up on me the sadness is still overwhelming. Even so, we persevere knowing we'll meet again on the other side. I found my way here because of David's latest essay in The Atlantic about what Joe needs to do.
A wonderful essay by your daughter and a magnificent ending observation by you.
Thanks to Jay Adler for suggesting your essay in a Note.
Given your grief and the wisdom you shared, this famous Aeschylus quote entered my mind:
"Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God."
The cut of the jeans gives them away...so astute. It rings with truth and made me smile. Your words about your grief are so open hearted. None of us escape it but not all if us are as brave as you
I loved Barbara Frum’s presence in Canadian broadcasting ever so long ago. I can only imagine a conversation between Barbara and her granddaughter. Barbara would have been proud of her in so many ways: her insights, the unique professional paths she travelled, the roads not taken… her exquisite expression. Barbara’s heart would have broken into shards if she had felt the pain inflicted by brain tumour effects. Barbara spoke of David with words and gestures reflecting deep enduring love between a mother and son. I see her in his occasional interview: eyes dazzling, rigorous and carefully sculpted treatment of a political action, wise advice for those open to hearing. Loss changes worlds; holding snippets of the person tucked into our hearts offers some solace. Thank you for sharing the piece now so we can also feel her presence. In her own wise observational ways, she touched each of the lost boys she dated; her touch would have had long reaching effects. Her story will change worlds for others to come.
Thank you for this window on the depth and observations of your talented daughter and for your message too on the depth of your loss and how loss can make us even more aware of the need and importance of showing empathy and kindness to others which can be enriching. I am very sorry for your loss and the loss of your family and your deep sorrow.
Being from Los Angeles, and never having worked in "the business," I am laughing out loud at Miranda's witty insights into a part of that culture I experienced only very peripherally. There is normalcy there, out in the distant suburbs. And thanks for your comments. You write so eloquently of such a difficult thing. You and your family continue in our prayers.
Sorry for your loss. We lost our 19-year-old daughter 12 years ago. After all this time when the pain sneaks up on me the sadness is still overwhelming. Even so, we persevere knowing we'll meet again on the other side. I found my way here because of David's latest essay in The Atlantic about what Joe needs to do.
Laughing and crying at the same time. Thank you for sharing this.
A wonderful essay by your daughter and a magnificent ending observation by you.
Thanks to Jay Adler for suggesting your essay in a Note.
Given your grief and the wisdom you shared, this famous Aeschylus quote entered my mind:
"Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God."
The cut of the jeans gives them away...so astute. It rings with truth and made me smile. Your words about your grief are so open hearted. None of us escape it but not all if us are as brave as you
Thank you for sharing this.
I love hearing your daughter’s voice.
As always I send you love in your time of grief.
We are walking with you.
And tomorrow I’ll read from my micro-memoir about my daughter’s life and death.
We are with you.
I loved Barbara Frum’s presence in Canadian broadcasting ever so long ago. I can only imagine a conversation between Barbara and her granddaughter. Barbara would have been proud of her in so many ways: her insights, the unique professional paths she travelled, the roads not taken… her exquisite expression. Barbara’s heart would have broken into shards if she had felt the pain inflicted by brain tumour effects. Barbara spoke of David with words and gestures reflecting deep enduring love between a mother and son. I see her in his occasional interview: eyes dazzling, rigorous and carefully sculpted treatment of a political action, wise advice for those open to hearing. Loss changes worlds; holding snippets of the person tucked into our hearts offers some solace. Thank you for sharing the piece now so we can also feel her presence. In her own wise observational ways, she touched each of the lost boys she dated; her touch would have had long reaching effects. Her story will change worlds for others to come.
Susan Close July 29
I witty, brilliant girl whose light will shine on in your hearts forever and ever.
Thank you for sharing this Danielle.
Between your husband’s writings & yours I feel I know Miranda a little better each time I read.
My heart aches for your loss.
Thank you for sharing her with us. ❤️
Between your husband’s writings & yours I feel I know Miranda a little better each time I read.
My heart aches for your loss.
Thank you for sharing her with us. ❤️
Thank you for this window on the depth and observations of your talented daughter and for your message too on the depth of your loss and how loss can make us even more aware of the need and importance of showing empathy and kindness to others which can be enriching. I am very sorry for your loss and the loss of your family and your deep sorrow.
A would love to hear Rob Long's take on this article. Thanks for publishing Danielle it was the right move.
The perfect essay
I'm so glad you shared Miranda's essay! To be honest, she sounds like a smart level-headed Canadian girl, raised by very good parents.
A keen eye, a singular voice. Her gift blazes. I am sorry for your loss, and the loss to all the readers who would have embraced her.
Being from Los Angeles, and never having worked in "the business," I am laughing out loud at Miranda's witty insights into a part of that culture I experienced only very peripherally. There is normalcy there, out in the distant suburbs. And thanks for your comments. You write so eloquently of such a difficult thing. You and your family continue in our prayers.