I started writing to help process the loss of my beloved father, something I'm still processing. After reading Liliana's Invisible Summer by Cristina Rivera Garza, a book about a sister trying to find justice for her sister's murder, I realized I didn't know the name of my father's killer. My latest boosted essay speaks to whether not knowing the details of his accident keeps me from having closure.
As always, I appreciate a read for thirty seconds and a clap, unless you also loved my dad and want to skip it because it's emotionally tough to read.
Miss you daddy!
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