On this fifth anniversary of my dad’s death, I’ll let my brother’s words speak for me. Sending love to all those who mourn . . .
Today is the five year anniversary of my father’s death and I’ve been wondering for a few weeks what I might say about it. I’ve been wondering how I would feel about it, and honestly, nut much is coming up. It feels like an important date to pause and offer a quiet prayer of thanksgiving for his life and for everything I learned through his death.
I’m conscious, however, of how many people in my life are currently experiencing grief from the loss of a parent, a loved one, or a sudden turn of health. Losing my parents at a relatively young age made me a kind of pioneer in this rugged terrain of grief. “Welcome to the Dead Parents Club,” my now-dead cousin Susan said to me way back in 2007 after we said goodbye to my mom.
In my previous blog post, I wrote about…
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