Beautiful and so sad. I read this with a lump in my throat.

In Denmark, six hours ahead and an ocean away, I crouched in an airless upstairs bedroom, a migraine of grief clamped around my temples. Grief for my son, for my mother who had lost her son more suddenly and completely than I had ever understood before. Struggling to breathe through the weight in my chest, I grieved for some part of myself that no longer belonged to me and for everything else gone that I didn’t even know about yet.
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Sep 19, 2023
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Beautiful and so sad. I read this with a lump in my throat.
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Written by Jacqueline Dooley
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I'm whatever the opposite of a data scientist is. Essayist. Content writer. Bereaved parent. Mediocre artist. Lover of birds, mushrooms, tiny dogs, and nature.
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