Aftershocks

I will be at my desk, typing, or crossing the street on my lunch break when I suddenly have the thought that Dad is dead. It feels strange in a way that leaves me tired. I don’t know what to do, or if these feelings have a remedy. Sometimes they envelope my days, and I feel a deep, cleaving loss. 

So it goes.

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