This was quietly beautiful. There’s something so moving about those parallel photos — not as a recreation, but as an echo across time. The fact that you didn’t even know you were standing in your mother’s footsteps makes it even more powerful. Thank you for sharing something so personal and tender. These glimpses into the suitcase feel like little love letters to memory, to grief, and to how we keep finding our way back to those we’ve lost.
This one hit me right in the chest. There’s something so quietly powerful about those side-by-side photos—how they echo across time, full of things unsaid but deeply felt. Your mum’s suitcase sounds like a secret time capsule of emotion, memory, and meaning... and the fact that you didn’t even know she saved it? Goosebumps. I love how you’re telling both your stories at once—hers and yours—through letters, buildings, light. Can’t wait to read more. Thank you for sharing something so personal and profound.
You did a great job recreating them considering you didn’t have them as a reference 😍 (Plus obligatory “I was there too!” comment 😜)
Yes! 💓
What a fab post. That photo of your mum is incredibly cool - a great shot xx
Thanks! I wish I knew more about it, but I’m lucky to have the photos.
This was quietly beautiful. There’s something so moving about those parallel photos — not as a recreation, but as an echo across time. The fact that you didn’t even know you were standing in your mother’s footsteps makes it even more powerful. Thank you for sharing something so personal and tender. These glimpses into the suitcase feel like little love letters to memory, to grief, and to how we keep finding our way back to those we’ve lost.
Thank you so much, Anton. What a gorgeous comment.
That gave me the shivers - it's really wonderful. Love those pics of your mom - the header is endlessly cool.
This one hit me right in the chest. There’s something so quietly powerful about those side-by-side photos—how they echo across time, full of things unsaid but deeply felt. Your mum’s suitcase sounds like a secret time capsule of emotion, memory, and meaning... and the fact that you didn’t even know she saved it? Goosebumps. I love how you’re telling both your stories at once—hers and yours—through letters, buildings, light. Can’t wait to read more. Thank you for sharing something so personal and profound.