Letting go of my dad was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
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All in Grief
Letting go of my dad was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
Part of me thought I would find him here. But he’s just as gone here in Florida as he is back in Indiana. Re-experiencing the loss feels as fresh here as it was two months ago when he took his last breath.
It's quiet here in my parent's house. Too quiet. My dad is lying in his bed, struggling to find a comfortable position for his weak body that now holds tubes to drain his bladder and kidneys.
