Attendee Type
Masked Player
Created
2025-02-24 16:37:10.719 -0600
Observation
You’re evolving, like ‘monkeys’ in painted vines. Watching you unfurl has been my truest wealth, each phase bittersweet. No more slumbering warmth on my chest, no precious mispronounced words. Soon, the days of idolizing your 'best friend' will soften. The heft of you in my arms, the fierce hugs, the whispered "Daddy, I love you" will fade.‘Blue is for sad,’ a child’s truth. Your vibrant eyes perceive magic - ‘silly masks’, ‘alive trees’. Let your imagination soar, my Aspen, evolve wildly, beautifully. Dad.
Response 1
I love you Aspen.
Response 2
Holding on preserves the self, piece by piece, against the pull of indifference. But at what point does holding on become its own kind of loss?
Response 3
The unknown is both beauty and hardship, loss and fire, and choices that stay with you. Courage isn’t just moving forward; it’s knowing when to stand firm or walk away. But how will you recognize which moment demands which?
Revision
Knowing time is finite shapes our existence. Luci, how do we etch every moment on our heart and soul to take with us?
