people joke that i want to live forever. it’s not that.
this one goes back to the two moments that shaped how i live, losing my father at 34, and years later, watching my children grow and feeling just how finite our time really is. one taught me how short it is. the other, how much i want to stay.
a little on grief, on presence, and why health stopped being about how i look and became about how long i get to be here, for both my kids.
🤍 daria
