Grief comes in all forms today.

As I mourn the death of my father each day, I am now mourning a different kind of loss. My son, my first born, has moved to Alaska and is now out of hugging distance. I know that he had to go, to pursue his career, but the void is stifling. It is a new emotion for me. It is a pain that is deep and wide. It is a hollow feeling, not being able to touch your child, and it makes me angry, too. Life is a series of grief ridden events, followed by small joys and hopes. I wish you well my son and I love you dearly. Mom.

LOSS OF MY FATHER IN "MY FATHER'S STRAW HAT": My #son has left for Alaska

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LOSS OF MY FATHER IN "MY FATHER'S STRAW HAT": The #death of my #father

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