I am My Father’s Daughter

“What a dad!” That’s what my siblings and I continue to say about our father—his passing hasn’t diminished the impact he has on our lives. Grief can be too encompassing, holding you in and keeping you in its darkness. Or grief can be a celebration of a person’s life, of the legacy they bequeathed you. Here’s a blog about what Dad meant to me. I hope it helps you get to know him, just a bit.

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The Grief of Reading My Mom

Losing my mom to her battle with lung cancer brought a whole different dimension to facing the firsts without her–my birthday, Christmas, our parents’ anniversary, Mother’s Day and her birthday … and every one since.

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Grief & Loss

grief is losing your parents

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