My dad was a grumpy bear, who was always happiest being out in the forest amongst the trees than in the concrete jungle. He died of a brain aneurysm; one second he was on this earth, the next he was gone. There was no chance to say our goodbyes the way you see in movies. My story of caring starts after he was gone, in caring for my mom and sister and myself, by supporting each other through our shared experience of grief and trauma. We had to accept that our whole lives had changed in an instant. My advice for others is that grief and trauma is not a straight path; no clear beginning, middle and end. Learn to let others in to care for you and care for yourself by allowing what emotions come, even when it’s not convenient or easy.

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