In the months before my father died, I asked him a version of that question: How will I live without you?
If this sounds strange—asking a person you love to give you tips on how to grieve his death—let me offer some context.
His greatest act of emotional generosity, though, was talking me through my grief.
“So,” my father said outside the gym, “I want to make sure that I’ve told you how proud of you I am.
“But when you feel the pain, remember that it comes from a place of having loved and been loved deeply.” Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Beyond that—you’re the therapist.

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