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I Chose to Love My Grief After My Father Died

Aleks Slijepcevic
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)

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My dad passed away on January 7, 2021. I was in my Chicago apartment, almost 800 miles away from him, when I got the phone call. A doctor told me that he died in his truck, while on the phone with a work dispatcher; and as the doctor spoke, I was positive that it was a scam, a wrong number, the wrong dad. With numb legs, I stumbled to my desk and wrote down the number of the hospital, so sure that it must have been the wrong number. I believed this so firmly, that I never contemplated that my dad actually died; because he was good. Good people are protected. They are watched over and they stick around for walking their daughters down the aisle one day. Good people don’t die, and yet, a good person did.

This story is not about my dad, however. It’s about me and my journey through grief; and this journey is real, authentic, raw, and radically honest. I have nothing to hide, even if this tragedy is a personal one. Death is not something we openly talk about in America, and it’s the reason why so many of us who are grieving are looking for ways to quiet our sadness. We do it so that we don’t upset our families and friends who are now the recipients of our sadness when they ask us how we’ve been. We quiet our sadness and we get busy reconstructing our life so that we don’t have to sit with our grief; and again, we do it because everyone tells us that life must go on, and…

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Aleks Slijepcevic
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)

Writer | Meditation Teacher on Insight Timer | Traveler | Tracker of Meaning (www.aleksslijepcevic.com)