I Was 23 When My Dad Died. This Is What No One Tells You About Losing A Parent In Your 20s.
The author with her father.
On Jan. 2, 2023, after an unexpected, “You need to get to the hospital now” phone call, followed by three nights of sleeping in a hospital chair alongside my siblings, listening to our mom cry and holding her hand as we anxiously listened for my dad’s last breath, he died. Being the first one to notice he stopped breathing, realising he was really gone as he lay in my mother’s arms, remains the single worst feeling I hope to ever experience.
When I wasn’t grieving the loss of my dad for myself... Читать дальше...