A Welsh Monk Helped Me Navigate My First Father’s Day Without My Dad
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It’s Father’s Day and I am walking through my hometown, feeling bereft and surly, like a teenager. I am in Derby to do administrative tasks relating to my dad’s death, and I don’t want any of this to be happening. The worst thing is that when my dad died, I was taking a break from him. Our last interaction was him reading my oddly formal email, asking for space. I was working through some tough stuff from my adolescence, and I didn’t know how to talk with him. He respected my request. The coolness of this last moment kills me.
A Welsh Monk Helped Me Navigate My First Father’s Day Without My Dad
A Welsh Monk Helped Me Navigate My First…
A Welsh Monk Helped Me Navigate My First Father’s Day Without My Dad
It’s Father’s Day and I am walking through my hometown, feeling bereft and surly, like a teenager. I am in Derby to do administrative tasks relating to my dad’s death, and I don’t want any of this to be happening. The worst thing is that when my dad died, I was taking a break from him. Our last interaction was him reading my oddly formal email, asking for space. I was working through some tough stuff from my adolescence, and I didn’t know how to talk with him. He respected my request. The coolness of this last moment kills me.