on november 19th… by this point, you should know how that sentence ends. the worst parts, the unbearable details, the tooth gnashing/ gut wrenching/ shattering/ eviscerating grief. i’ve done my best to make something beautiful out of it, a better story, a more fitting tribute. i’ve tried to assemble the story into something that will grab the nation by its face, turn it to the screen, and say “look at what we’ve lost.” i can’t count the number of people who have told me i’ve made them cry. i’ve probably done more for kleenex’s profit margins than any of their stop motion christmas ads.
i don't want to write about grief anymore
i don't want to write about grief anymore
i don't want to write about grief anymore
on november 19th… by this point, you should know how that sentence ends. the worst parts, the unbearable details, the tooth gnashing/ gut wrenching/ shattering/ eviscerating grief. i’ve done my best to make something beautiful out of it, a better story, a more fitting tribute. i’ve tried to assemble the story into something that will grab the nation by its face, turn it to the screen, and say “look at what we’ve lost.” i can’t count the number of people who have told me i’ve made them cry. i’ve probably done more for kleenex’s profit margins than any of their stop motion christmas ads.