March 2010
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My father passed away recently. He was the first loved person I lost in life. Sometimes I have to fight the anger in having the person I love most be the first person I lose to death, but I’ve mostly accepted it for how it is.
I remember the night of my father’s death. I remember the sorrow and depression that made it so hard to even breathe. I remember signing so many documents that I could...