For My Father

On October 28, 2011, my father lost his battle with lung disease. He was 61. I was 24.

The following posts are ones that I have written on Rosey Rebecca about his month-and-a-half-long stay in the hospital, his unexpected passing, and how I’ve dealt with losing my father at such a young age.

Posting about my loss helps me cope, and I hope it will help anyone who has gone/is going through something similar. Losing a loved one is never easy (especially a parent), and I find comfort in knowing that I am not alone. I hope you will, too. Please do not hesitate to email me if you feel the need to talk to someone about your loss. I am not a grief counselor by any means, but I know first-hand how helpful it is to talk to someone who has gone through the same thing.


The Hit:


When Life Gets Even Harder

Cautiously Hopeful

The Disaster:

For My Father

When Life Becomes Surreal

One Month

A Long December

The Aftermath*:

Oh Boy

From March To October


If He Were Here

Taking Back October

Montauk In September

What I’ve Learned About Grieving After Seven Years

The Week My Father Died


Pinterest board dedicated to my father with pictures of some of his favorite things.

PapaMy father in Montauk, L.I. in New York; one of his favorite places. This picture was taken less than two months before he died.

*The heading of each section—The Hit, The Disaster an The Aftermath—comes from a song I love by one of my former coworkers, Olivia Quillio.


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