Because I could not stop for Death

Dear Readers,

As I write this, my heart is burdened with mountainous grief - my father passed away on Monday. His departure was sudden and traumatic. Despite battling a terminal illness, his doctors had conveyed optimism about his recovery. I find myself in a perpetual state of dissociation and disbelief, enveloped in a heavy mass of emotional pain. I feel disconnected from myself, my head weighed down, my eyes weary, and my throat perennially parched, perhaps for want of words.

My family and I are adrift in sorrow, grappling with the absence of my father, who departed without a word or indication of how to navigate this dark realm of grief. I feel rooted to the ground, as though my being has intertwined with the somber realities surrounding me. It's a place of hopelessness and desolation where I currently reside.

As I move to find my bearings amidst this anguish and loss, I seek to emerge with something meaningful from such profound suffering. I recognize the necessity of taking a sabba…