How I Would Spend One More Day With My Daughter

Some losses are so monumental they defy any attempt we make to categorize or define them. To write about this kind of loss, for me, is a lifelong process. When my daughter died, I wasn’t sure how to reconcile the way I was grieving with the way I thought I was supposed to grieve — namely, in five stages which would ultimately resolve into something like acceptance.

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Essayist, content writer, bereaved parent. I love birds, mushrooms, trees, my amazing kid, & a very tiny poodle. Featured in Human Parts, GEN, Marker & OneZero.

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Jacqueline Dooley

Jacqueline Dooley

Essayist, content writer, bereaved parent. I love birds, mushrooms, trees, my amazing kid, & a very tiny poodle. Featured in Human Parts, GEN, Marker & OneZero.

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