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I Chose to Love My Grief After My Father Died

My dad passed away on January 7, 2021. I was in my Chicago apartment, almost 800 miles away from him, when I got the phone call. A doctor told me that he died in his truck, while on the phone with a work dispatcher; and as the doctor spoke, I was positive that it was a scam, a wrong number, the wrong dad. With numb legs, I stumbled to my desk and wrote down the number of the hospital, so sure that it must have been the wrong number. I believed this so firmly, that I never contemplated that my dad actually died; because he was good. Good people are protected. They are watched over and they stick around for walking their daughters down the aisle one day. Good people don’t die, and yet, a good person did.

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