I guess you never know what real loss is until you lose a parent. It’s the worst feeling ever. I think I’m lingering in between Anger (stage 2) and bargaining (stage 3). It’s so fresh, the pain. It’s a brand new hurt. A feeling I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
Dreams and memories keep me company, but also disturb my sleep. I’m not myself right now and everyone I work with can see that.
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