If You’re Grieving, There’s Comfort In The Writing Community

As obvious as it should’ve been, I didn’t make this connection.

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I lost my Dad on September 20th. The grief was (and is) heavy. About a month later I wrote this essay, trying to articulate the small comfort that was carrying me at the time: “his soothing, golden radio voice, captured in real time — suspended — and…