Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Memory 1
YOUNG BOY: "Mommy, where did grandma go?"
MOTHER: "Um...up there in the blue sky, beyond the dark gray clouds."
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Memory 2: A Poem Fragment
It is snowing out and I am cold,
And what I say you probably won’t hear,
For ever atom in me is frozen,
Right down to the heart.
I’m sitting and freezing to death.
I’m freezing as I sit in discomfort,
Observing the blur of white
That surrounds me.
My face, my blood, they are all frozen solid.
I am now seventeen years old and already in bad health,
Hoping to die sooner than later.
— Poem snippet from Tristan Robert Lange’s poem, Frozen Solid.
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Memory 3
YOUNG GIRL: "Daddy, why did my fish die?"
FATHER: "Because it's, uh, just the way life is, honey."
YOUNG GIRL: "But, I...I want her alive again."
A long pause.
FATHER: (lets out a resigned sigh) I know you do...I know you do."
Another pause.
Let's just see what we can make happen, shall we
His mother's voice appears in memory to say the following words along with him.
Here, take my hand.
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Ending
YOUNG GIRL: "Look Daddy, look, she's alive again."
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© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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Grandma to fish winter to another season the world is a cycle. Wait long enough and it happens again and we call it a miracle. A lovely write my friend deep with meaning
Soren, I think you really saw the connective tissue holding the memories together here. Death, winter, grief, longing, rebirth…the whole piece quietly moves in cycles. And I love your thought that if something returns after enough darkness and waiting, we end up calling it a miracle. Indeed. Beautiful reflection, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are very welcome my friend
My daughters first pet was a fish.
She was very young and told me the fish jumped out of the tank!
It looked dead, but I told her to pray for it and put it back.
The fish survived.
Valiantstar, wow…that honestly gave me chills a little because this piece was literally built around the memory of my own daughter’s first fish dying and her wanting it alive again. The parallel is kind of incredible, my friend. And what a story for your daughter to carry with her growing up. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It's not magic, but the saying is app - we should be prepared to be amazed!
It's not magic, but the saying is app - we should be prepared to be amazed!
Amen to that my friend!
Twice! For reasons beyond me?
Moving and powerful. Resonates with me. Well done!
Katie, thank you so much. That honestly means a lot to me because this piece came from a very tender and reflective place emotionally. I’m really glad it resonated with you. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
a strong and poignant message
Norman, thank you so much, my friend. I wanted the piece to move through memory in a way that felt emotionally honest…holding grief, innocence, longing, and renewal all in the same space without forcing easy answers. Really grateful the poignancy of it came through for you. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
it certainly did my friend, you are most welcome
Good write T. Popeye's alive of course - we hear the glugs! lol.
Orchi, hahaha…you hear the glugs because Popeye transcended mortality long ago and became one with the tides themselves. 🤣🌊🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ I yam that I yam, glug glug glug, gurgle, gurgle, glug-glug. Damn. One with the tides, not so much with the surfboard, though! 🤣
Somehow, I saw a valise that is handed down and taken along the long vale of life's lows and turns, keeping us company when we are most alone... sort of like Mr. Bean's Teddy, bringing it all to some manageable perspective. The bigger the feelings the bigger the valise becomes, like size-changing Alice as she negotiates the dreamworld. But I am going off tangent now. The artwork on this at insta is excruciatingly communicative. 🙏🕊️❄️🩺
Arqios, honestly, I do not think you went off tangent at all. 🤣 The idea of memory and grief becoming this carried thing…a valise that grows heavier or larger depending on what life places inside it…feels deeply connected to the emotional atmosphere of the piece. And the Mr. Bean’s Teddy comparison strangely works perfectly too. I do love Mr. Bean! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Some beautiful and emotional dialogue here.Very moving mi amigo.Enjoyable read with teh fish alive again
David, honestly, writing the father’s pauses in that scene was important to me because I wanted him to feel caught between realism and love…wanting to protect the child while also quietly grieving alongside her. Appreciate you connecting with the emotional side of it, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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