Excellent writing, and a startling reframing of The idea that when someone dies, a part of you die with them.
I used to think that was just a beautiful figure of speech, a touching poetic image that spoke symbolically to the depth of our profound sadness and loss.
That is, until this week, when I died.
My father passed away suddenly nearly two years ago, and I’ve written a great deal here about the road I’ve traveled since then. It’s one that’s meandered from the night-time depths of heaving sobs, to sweet sunrise moments of incredible gratitude. Most of the time I’ve naturally grieved his loss from my life; the absence replacing his presence.
Recently though, I came face to face with the me who also left for good, on the day that he did.
Over the course of our 44 years together, my dad and I did lots of really great stuff—just the two of us…
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