I Think They Call This Grief

"How are you?" When I was 13, my dad almost died right before my eyes. I always preface my reflections on this era with my age because it adds to the drama, but it really does matter. I turned 13 the day my dad was moved from CCU to a "regular" hospital room. And then the rest of my life happened. There was adolescence and there was teenager, young adult and now. There was my daddy and then…


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