When I first started writing poetry about grief, I never imagined it would become a book.
At the time, poetry was a place where I could pour out my pain and chronicle what loss felt like for me.
About a year after my Dad died, I started to realize that I had written several poems: enough to fill a book.
As I reflected on it more, I decided that I wanted…
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