Can Writing Heal the Loss of a Loved One?

My father passed away on July 1st 2013 and my mother, March 2nd 2018.

I recently found letters I wrote to my father before his passing. I’ve been thinking about him a lot. His smiling eyes appear in the background of my life, his fave song playing or the chirping of a bird that just won’t go away. He was that bird in his physical life; stubborn, persistent and social, always looking to connect.

tīrairaka — fantail — photo by Harete Tito taken at Peel Forest