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I Chose to Love My Grief After My Father Died

Aleks Slijepcevic
Jul 17 · 5 min read

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…