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☆ Before Her Death, My Daughter Told Me to Look for the Foxes - The New York Times
  + stars: | 2024-03-14 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +1 min
A block from my house at the edge of Washington, there is a winding park with a road running through it. One Sunday recently, walking my regular loop along the trail, I heard leaves rustling on the wooded hill above me. I wanted desperately for her to come closer, to stay in her orbit a moment longer. Over the last several months, I have seen maybe a half dozen, here and elsewhere. I had never believed in signs; now I notice when an interview runs exactly 1 hour and 13 minutes, or when the hour is exactly 1:13.
Persons: Orli’s, I’ve, ”, Orli Organizations: Sunday Locations: Washington, Maine
☆ Opinion | Grief During a Holiday of Gratitude
  + stars: | 2023-11-19 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +2 min
Grieving parents like me are told to gird themselves for anniversaries and holidays, for birthdays and religious events. Each holiday centered on family is now barbed. I love a holiday focused on gratitude and gathering, of food and camaraderie. I tend to cook when I’m sad or worried, and I’ve been both, a lot, of late. Living in loss is heavy; it is made all the more so by a world overflowing with grief, and parental pain.
Persons: We’re, I’ve, I’m, Orli, unfathomably Organizations: trepidation
☆ Opinion | The Everlasting Pain of Losing a Child
  + stars: | 2023-09-05 | by ( ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +1 min
To the Editor:Re “Life After Loss Is Awful. I know what it is to look for your child everywhere, in a rainstorm, in trees and butterflies. I used to pretend, as long as I could, that the person coming toward me on the trail near our house was Jack. Unlike you, we lost Jack suddenly, and we had him for what I think of as a third of a life, 26 years. He died skiing in an avalanche in Montana in 1999, almost as long ago as he got to live.
Persons: Sarah Wildman, Wildman, Orli, Jack, Goya, I’d Locations: Montana
☆ Opinion | Life After Loss Is Awful. I Need to Believe It’s Also Beautiful.
  + stars: | 2023-08-25 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +3 min
When I interviewed the French author Anne Berest some weeks ago I told her I did not have one child, but two; one was gone. “Why are you sorry,” she said, looking directly at me. “But I breastfed her.”I try to reorient myself walking each morning. The adults were loath to turn back to the apartment, basking in company long denied. The light is soft, it is beautiful here, there is a breeze.
Persons: Anne Berest, I’m, ”, Orli, Hana Locations: Paris
☆ Opinion | Living With the Loss of a Child: ‘I Feel Your Pain, Sarah Wildman’
  + stars: | 2023-05-28 | by ( ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +1 min
My daughter, Luna, was 1 month old when she died last year as a result of injuries sustained in a car accident. It doesn’t matter if your child is 35 years old or 1 month old: Losing them shreds the entire fabric of your reality. The devastating loss and emptiness you are left holding becomes the new foundation that you unwillingly and without choice must rebuild your life upon. Jeffrey PassowIndianapolisTo the Editor:Sarah Wildman’s wrenching essay about life after the death of her adolescent daughter Orli gives language to the raw agony of one’s child dying. I, too, found that I needed to direct my pain to bring some good to this world, to help our daughter Liza’s death have meaning.
☆ Opinion | My Daughter Was So Alive. How Can She Now Be Gone?
  + stars: | 2023-05-19 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +2 min
Seeing old friends recently I joked, dry-eyed, about the wonder and terror of the first seven days of Jewish mourning — the shiva — being like a sort of cocktail party in hell. The night before, at a lovely restaurant, apropos of nothing at all, I started weeping into my food and ran to escape the table. I could see myself there, some 40 months earlier, talking to her teacher about the strange pain keeping my daughter from class. In the early days, her hurt was so raw we could just barely keep hold of her in its tumult. Hana worried that she was so angry with God that God would be angry with her.
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