I was 12 years old wheh my brother Zaan died of cancer. I wrote this piece last year, it's completely true. It's my story, and his. It's one of the most brutally honest things I've ever written, and one of the hardest things I've ever written. Zaan was 8 when he died, and this year on October 16th it will be 9 years since he died. When I wrote this story I felt like I had to. All my life I've always said I want to give people a voice, to tell the world the stories it needs to hear. But I realised when I was writing this, that first I had to tell my own story, and give Zaan a voice. So this is it.
Lately this story has been feeling like it wants to take wings and be set free, but it has only been in the last month that I have found the courage to let it go off out into the world.
Knowing Zaan, Loving Zaan
Laughter, love and light always
Tesni
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4 comments:
Hello - what a lovely post ! Your site is really interesting to. Thank you for sharing it, best wishes and.... lovely to meet you !
Tesni, I don't know what to say. This is an incredibly brave thing to share...thank you.
***loves***
and thank you for sharing
*smiles*
Polly
Thank you all for your comments, they really do mean the world.
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