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Holding The Hand That Once Held Mine: An Adult Daughter's Journey Through Terminal Illness and Loss
As I sit and reflect on this topic, I know that this piece will be written far differently from my others. Although I lost my dad over 2 years ago, the weight still sits heavy. The crash of grief no longer arrives as impact but instead continues to even out and settle into something a little steadier. Still heavy, still present, but no longer violent. The sharp edges have dulled, and those moments of collapse are more far and few between. Sadness moves through my body wi
Lisa Wilder
Feb 27 min read
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