by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 10, 2023 | Essays, Grief, Thoughts
My father’s passing is my first close loss that I got to experience. And I feel strange about it. It is as if I should be feeling differently about it than I actually am. For the first time after losing someone, I catch myself thinking about the meaninglessness of... 
by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 10, 2023 | Essays, Thoughts
I had just ran up the stairs of the train station, chasing the rushing steps of my mother. Her long skirt was loosely playing in the wind. We stepped into the front door of the first wagon of a stuffed train that was about to depart. My mother walked inside, and I... by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 10, 2023 | Essays, Grief, Thoughts
My father’s passing is my first close loss that I got to experience. And I feel strange about it. It is as if I should be feeling differently about it than I actually am. For the first time after losing someone, I catch myself thinking about the meaninglessness of... 
by Nanda Milbreta | Aug 30, 2023 | Essays, Grief, Thoughts
When my dad moved on, I started looking differently at two things. First I noticed that I had a great difficulty with wrapping my head around the idea that all that’s left of him are the memories in those who are still alive, and it frightened me that once the last...