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4.27 AVERAGE
4.27 AVERAGE
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“For the rest of my life, I will live with my hands outstretched for things that are no longer there.”
You can’t compare griefs but you can connect with it. Her father died 6 days before mine during a worldwide pandemic. Everyone had their own concerns and heartbreaks during this time, and your own was hidden within everyone else’s.
My dad also didn’t die of COVID but of pneumonia combined with his other many health issues. He was 52. Everyone always asked during that time if it was COVID and then when it wasn’t, people didn’t have much to say.
I relate to her anger and disbelief. Even after two years, I don’t feel as though it is real. That my dad is really gone and I will never never get to experience anything with him again.
This piece is beautifully raw and real. And if I was a writer I would write something like this. That the love I had for my dad could go somewhere like how hers went into this memoir.
You can’t compare griefs but you can connect with it. Her father died 6 days before mine during a worldwide pandemic. Everyone had their own concerns and heartbreaks during this time, and your own was hidden within everyone else’s.
My dad also didn’t die of COVID but of pneumonia combined with his other many health issues. He was 52. Everyone always asked during that time if it was COVID and then when it wasn’t, people didn’t have much to say.
I relate to her anger and disbelief. Even after two years, I don’t feel as though it is real. That my dad is really gone and I will never never get to experience anything with him again.
This piece is beautifully raw and real. And if I was a writer I would write something like this. That the love I had for my dad could go somewhere like how hers went into this memoir.
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Rating downgraded after that mess of a petty, transphobic essay. Girl, get yourself together.
“The layers of loss make life feel so paper thin”
“How can your unconscious turn on you with such cruelty?”
“I’m writing about my father in the past tense, and I cannot believe I am writing about my father in the past tense”
“How can your unconscious turn on you with such cruelty?”
“I’m writing about my father in the past tense, and I cannot believe I am writing about my father in the past tense”