Dismantling - mutual imperfection inside genuine love
The day after my dad passed, we drove to the funeral home in the town where he lived.
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Excavating what was, growing into what's next. Literary essays on grief, reinvention, and aging without apology —from a neurodivergent woman on the Delaware coast.
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Dismantling - What Now?
I walked into a now empty house that was my dad's home right up until the day before his accident, which eventually claimed his life.