Seven days ago, I went no contact with the last remaining link to my family: my father. It was something I needed to do. The
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Day 6: The Silence
Today was the first Saturday of my new reality. For years, Saturdays meant a phone call from my father. Sometimes too early. Sometimes at inconvenient
Day Five: Remembering the Closing of Doors
Today was Day Five. There were fewer tears today. In fact, I almost made it through the day without crying at all. The tears only
Day Four: The Wanderer
This morning I woke up crying. It was literal lamenting. It wasn’t the quiet kind of tears that disappear as quickly as they arrive. These
Day Three: Anger Mixed With Sadness
Today I discovered that grief is not made of sadness alone. Most of the day was sadness. Heavy sadness. The kind that settles into your
Day One: The Aftermath of No Contact
Day One I didn’t expect to feel this much grief. For months, maybe even years, I could see this day coming. I had been preparing
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