The other side of grief – how to survive grief

Thirteen years ago, if someone had told me one day I’d be laughing at daft memories of my dad, or able to talk about him without crying, or forget how he looked when he was dying at the end, I’d have told them they were insane. Back then, just after my dad had died of cancer, I was lost in a black hole of grief and despair.

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