This reflection began with my father’s pencil lines and the strange, stubborn tilt of my handwriting, and slowly became something larger about the way love learns to recognize us as we are.
Thank you! I still can’t write straight on blank paper haha 😂 But I love tracing his handwriting with my finger tips especially in times when I miss him so much.
Thank you for this. Your father seems like such a special man. The way he made you feel seen, known, and loved. I can still picture the handwriting of those I love who are here and gone. My mother's elegant script, like who she was, my father's more angular writing, the civil engineer, draftsman coming out.
Thank you! Handwriting is as if the heart and soul has imprinted all that it feels onto paper and left a trail of love behind for us to hold closely. It makes sense that we feel our loved ones when we see and touch their handwriting. The careful time and attention taken to sit down, take out a piece of paper, think out what to say…this is precious. 💝
This is beautiful. I see where your thoughtfulness comes from, your father sounds like an amazing man.
Thank you. Your words make my heart smile!
What a sweet reminisce!
Thank you! I still can’t write straight on blank paper haha 😂 But I love tracing his handwriting with my finger tips especially in times when I miss him so much.
Thank you for this. Your father seems like such a special man. The way he made you feel seen, known, and loved. I can still picture the handwriting of those I love who are here and gone. My mother's elegant script, like who she was, my father's more angular writing, the civil engineer, draftsman coming out.
Thank you! Handwriting is as if the heart and soul has imprinted all that it feels onto paper and left a trail of love behind for us to hold closely. It makes sense that we feel our loved ones when we see and touch their handwriting. The careful time and attention taken to sit down, take out a piece of paper, think out what to say…this is precious. 💝