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The first thing began to understand about grief is that I knew so little about it. As a concept I thought I understood the emotion and...

I lost my father at 29. He was 83. Well, lost is a strange term, I didn't "loose him", I knew exactly where he was but in so many ways...

Today marks the two year anniversary of my Father's death, and I've spent a lot of time reflecting on imprint that he has left on my...