The Gifts of Grief

If you’d have told me that I’d look upon my dads death as a gift one day, I’d likely have reacted with a silent stream of curse words while I glared and invisibly karate kicked you away from my heart.

Because during the months after my dad’s death in 2013, I’d resolved to a new normal, a new emotional baseline of emptiness and despair, with the occasional visit from anger and abandonment. I’d check in with myself, and google on…