Grieving the Complex Relationship With My Dad

Memories of love and conflict.

The day my dad died was one of the worst days of my life. It wasn’t even unexpected, as he’d suffered from heart disease and a brain bleed leading up to the fateful day. But it still cut me like a knife. I saw him dead on the floor, and I heard his body bag brush against the wall as the funeral directors carried him out.

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