CW: Grief, again If I were Jia Tolentino, I could write something tight and chewable about fetching my Dad’s ashes from the funeral home the day of a solar eclipse. I could write about the plangent, moody sun as it beamed grimly from the rear-view mirror of his Acura, or the inconsequential weight of his death certificates as they lay on the kitchen counter. I could craft an elegant little paragraph about missing him, or announce with calculated honesty all the ways in which I’m relieved he’s dead. I’m not Jia, though, nor am I Lauren or Sally or Amanda, and I
I lost my dad and I hate it. Thanks for saying some true things I can relate to.
I wish upon a star that I could ever write this honestly or beautifully.
Thank you for sharing ❤️