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.

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The Hit:

Quickie

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

Sometimes

If He Were Here

Taking Back October

Pinterest:

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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