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So, it’s been a year, huh? I didn’t realize how it was possible for that time span to feel long and short at the same time. It still feels like yesterday when we were standing in the ER, watching the nurses try to revive you. Surprisingly, I haven’t cried today. What has happened in the
Why the loneliest days come after you bury the dead. When death comes, the support is almost immediate, overwhelming even. Messages of condolences—what does that even mean, really?—start pouring in as soon as they hear about the unfortunate news. People come in droves right before you’re left to deal with your grief by yourself at
On the last night of my Daddy’s wake, my brothers and I shared a few words with family and friends, who shared in our grief, celebrated our father’s life, and told us of the wonderful man he was to them when he was still alive.
Coming out of the office lobby, my face instantly lit up at the image of my dad smiling at me from our van. I looked at my watch. It was 7:00 in the evening. My daddy is in bed by six. I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry or smile or both. I am
Last week, I slept in my brothers’ room, because it was so hot and we wanted to turn the a/c on. To save on electricity, we agreed to stay in one room. But when I woke up the next morning, there was a sharp, stinging pain in my lower back. I was complaining to my
He must be such a family man. When asked who his fave model was, he proceeded to describe him as “this tall,” gesturing a few feet up the ground, and that he was only so many months old. He was talking about his son, Jack. Aww. ♥ What a daddy. Hehe! Speaking of dad’s, it’s
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