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@hamarti4
I don’t want an end point to my sorrow. The death of a child is not a heat wave or a snowstorm, nor an obstacle race to rush through and win, nor an acute or chronic illness to recover from. What is grief but a word, a shortcut, a simplification of something much larger than that word?
It seemed to me that to honor the sensitivity and peculiarity of my children—so that each could have as much space as possible to grow into his individual self—was the best I could do as a mother. Yes, I loved them, and I still love them, but more important than loving is understanding and respecting them, and this includes, more than anything else, understanding and respecting their choices to end their lives.
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7 günde okudu
·2025 5. kitabı
Sevgili Eliza,
Şiirlerimi aldın mı çok zaman oldu göndereli bana hemen yazmanı isterdim
& yazmadığına göre almadığını düşünebiliriz & hastalık daha
yakamı bırakmadı & iyileşemedim.
