This is a true story reflecting upon the handful of final years with my dad before he passed away with cancer when I was 14.
I explore how the belief that if I were perfect, I could hold our lives together ruled me for so long, as well as the discovery that I made for my own life, as well as in my father’s death when I let that belief go.
This is a story for anyone who has lost someone dear to them and wishes to reconnect with their tender truth as well as reframe what their role in the journey may be now.
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