Where does time go while grieving


Time changed after that day, for a long time it felt slow--marked by what happened before and after my father's death. And this reads how I had felt in those early months and years. Sometimes I still can't believe it, and sigh into the knowing that he is gone, as another year turns.

It's easy to know how long as my son was born the following year after his death. Parenthood and grief-hood have both grown me so much, side by side.


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