Triggers

By day, I am aware that 23 years have passed since my father’s death. When I close my eyes, it’s a different story.

Goodbye used to mean until later that day. But for my fiancé and me, respective tragedies have rewired our brains.

Old photos and anniversaries don’t do me in the way one sitcom theme song does.

Tasked with making and fielding calls to let people know Dad had died felt like collateral damage.

With the swish of a skirt, the musical suddenly triggered my grief.

I was in Whole Foods when learned of my father's suicide. Going grocery shopping has never been the same.

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