Father Loss

Two masculine hands reach toward one another without touching, their fingertips separated by a small gap against a luminous sky that fades from cool blue to warm gold. The left hand softly dissolves into glowing particles, while the right hand remains solid and warmly lit, evoking connection, loss, and remembrance.

I Could Bring My Father Back as a Deadbot. I’d Rather Miss Him.

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What the AI afterlife industry gets wrong about grief.

What Anticipatory Grief Really Feels Like When a Parent Is Dying

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How caregiving, role reversal, and messy emotions reshape relationships long before a parent’s death.

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“Take Care of Her” Became a Life Sentence

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How my mother’s final request bound me to a relationship I couldn’t fix—and couldn’t leave.

Why I Stopped Trying to Cherish Every Moment

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Grieving and mothering changed how I hold joy, pain, and memory—all at the same time.

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Chemo Stole My Dad’s Hearing. Then, My Daughter Heard Her First Sound.

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Our family's circular journey through cochlear implants, loss, and good vibrations.

My Grief Is My Oyster: Modern Loss piece by Laura Madaio

My Grief Is My Oyster

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Sloppy and raw, with unpredictable shapes, the loss of my father resembles one of the last special meals we shared.

The Second Burial

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After my dad's sudden death, I had to delete his digital omnipresence over, and over, and over again.

When ‘Fine’ Is Anything But

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After my father's death, my journey from calm, to hysterical, to something even worse.

Rules for Father’s Day

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I find joy in what was. What might have been is more painful. 

Att vara äldre än min pappa

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Jag har aldrig slutat att gråta för allt han har gått misste om. Men när jag passerade åldern då han dog, ändrades något.

What It Feels Like to Be Older Than My Father

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I've never stopped crying for all that he has missed. But as I passed the age at which he died, something changed.

The Rules of Grief Do Not Apply

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My father died during the Covid-19 lockdown in London. The absence of support felt so surreal that I wondered if I could pretend his death never really happened.

He Blinded Me With Zients

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My family came to America to escape conscription in the Czar’s army. Today, my cousin, the Covid Czar, is trying to help save America.

My Father, the Pandemic, and Thoughts on Abandonment

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For nearly a year we were ignored by the people charged with our safety. From personal experience, I know the psychological toll will be significant.

‘Don’t Forget This Happened’

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A COVID-era plea on World AIDS Day

Saying Kaddish Into the Screen

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After my father died, a weekly memorial gathering connected me to community when I needed it most. Then came COVID.

My Little Fictions Legacy

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Dad applied his gifts for narrative to everything from pornography to children's stories. One of those brought my son and him together after he died.

‘The Only Way Out Is Through’

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I was 18 when my dad died and not one member of my supportive South Asian network recommended therapy. Here's why they should have.

‘Your Papa Is Right Here’

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After my husband died, an old friend asked me what he could offer me, beyond words. I thought of something that our young sons could treasure.

My Father’s Death Changed the Way I Think About Time

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I was always running minutes, even hours, behind. Not anymore.

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