This Post is Not About Grief
It’s really not. This post is about driving south on I-5, from Bellingham, WA, toward my home in Seattle. It’s raining, and I’m crying.
But I’m not crying because my dad died in December, December 16th to be exact, after a 26-month dogfight with a particularly nasty cancer.
I’m crying because for five nights, I have been staying in an itty-bitty Airbnb. By myself. Writing. And now I must go home.
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