Look Mom, I Can Fly

Notes from the Wide Skies of Grieving My Only Child

By: Luna Jaffe

Narrated by: Luna Jaffe

The day after Luna Jaffe’s only child died from a miscalculation of codeine cough syrup she began to write letters to him. One day, he began to write back. Together they explore who they are now, in this rearranged world.

Told through a raw, unflinching narrative that weaves poetry, art, and spiritual experiences, the book is an exploration of unbearable sorrow but also a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the mysterious ways in which love transcends death.

This artistically crafted narrative weaves together the excruciating pain of loss with an explosion of creative outpouring, which begins with making elaborate flower mandalas on Hunter’s grave and evolves into paintings, poetry, and psychedelic journeys. Though her heart will never be fully whole, she discovers the path toward light, woven from the sacred messages her son sends her way.

Look Mom I Can Fly is not merely a book about grief—it is a profound journey of love’s ability to transcend this physical world. Not by erasing the pain, but by feeling all of it and allowing the loss to teach, guide, and illuminate a path that is deeply tethered to Earth and Sky.

©2025 Luna Jaffe (P)2025 Luna Jaffe

A Companion Through Loss

Bravo Luna! This is a work that honors grief by allowing it to have a life, a voice, and a place of reverence. It is both deeply personal and profoundly communal. I believe this offering will meet a deep hunger in many who are navigating love, loss, and the mysterious terrain between them.

A beautiful and important gift. Highly recommend.

Luna’s generosity and her ability to articulate grief from the inside are extraordinary. Rather than speaking about loss from a distance, she invites us directly into the lived, breathing landscape of it. The experience feels intimate, courageous, and deeply human.

Additionally, the use of mixed mediums in the audio format creates something far beyond a traditional audiobook. It becomes a rich, almost ceremonial soundscape. Listening felt like crossing a sacred bridge between worlds. Each time I returned to it, I did so with curiosity, respect, and the assurance that I was not alone.
Thank you!