Messages From Death
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This is a raw story of things I have thought about, come to learn, questions I have asked, and most likely rambles formed from my mind as I go through the grieving process of the death of my dad. I will be transparent with my emotions and will be very real at times. I don't know if trigger warnings will be needed but if anyone does decide to read this please be prepared for limitless emotions and unfiltered feelings throughout this entire book. I'm choosing to document everything to not only see what I have learned not to mention in the future how I have grown from this tragic situation my family and I was quite literally thrown into but in hopes that it will help others who lost a loved one as well feel seen, heard, and most importantly not alone.
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