Dear Readers,
Four months ago, I received the news of my Dad’s aortic tear, which killed him within 24 hours. He left no will and no assigned executor, but, because I live in the same state as he did, it seemed most logical for me to offer to help make notifications and settle his affairs. There are so many things I wish I could tell you about what I have learned this summer – both about my dad and about myself – but each time I try to commit them to writing, I feel preachy and saccharin and wrong. I’m in the process of learning what it means to be an “adult surviving child.” Life is lonely without parents. I’m floundering, I guess, but surviving as best as I can. I just wanted to thank you for following this website. I really like this writing thing – I hope to get back to it soon.
In the meantime, call your parents!
Love, Julia
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