@appassionato @photography
Death is hard. Her face tied up in love and loss and suffering is familiar. It's my face at the loss of my cat, as a child. She lay dying in the ferns, and I stayed with her crying. When she took a breath and then no more, I wailed in abject grief. I remain grateful that my parents did not interfere or intervene, but let me be in my feelings, however hard it must have been for them. This is how we learn what is most essential about living, to love deeply enough to mourn. 💔