I Knew My Mom Was Going to Die. That Didn’t Make The Loss Any Easier.

Ashley Abramson
Sep 6, 2018 · 5 min read

Anticipating someone’s death isn’t the same as actually grieving it.

“grayscale photo of woman right hand on glass” by Kristina Tripkovic on Unsplash

I was 1,300 miles away from home when I found out my mom died. Motivated by the freedom that came with college graduation, I’d moved across the country from Minnesota to Texas for an internship. My mom and I hadn’t been in much contact for a few months, since my therapist…

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Ashley Abramson

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writer/hope evangelist/mom/purveyor of feelings.

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