My dad passed away in November, 2024 after many years of living with Parkinson’s disease. There was a relief when he died, that he was no longer in pain and there was for me, something comforting about it being such a tangible loss, being able to watch him die and consider the arc of his life as he slowly disappeared.
Miscarriages are sudden and invisible losses — conceptual absences, hormonal hauntings. Which isn’t to say one type of loss is better or easier, it’s just interesting to me in hindsight that it wasn’t as gutting as I thought it would be to accept my father’s decline. It was relatively inevitable and clear. Relatively, that’s key, I’m not a robot.
Maybe there’…
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