Reconciliation with My Dad, Even After His Death

The day my father died, I felt like my outer layer of skin had been peeled off. Not in the physical pain sort of way, but in the fearful I-no-longer-have-anything-protecting-me sort of way. The epidermis that kept me safe in the world was no longer present to do the job. No more was I “Daddy’s …

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