An Open Letter to Those Grieving
Dispatches from the Lost Ones Club
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8 min readOct 11, 2019
Hello. Welcome. Dear —
I was four when my father died. This by no means makes me an expert on loss. It just means I’ve spent a rather extended period of time around grief. It means that, when I was grown-up enough to do so, I was able to choose if and when I wanted to grieve. And I did, as it turned out.
