On Grief: Surviving the Early Days of Losing My Dad

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It was a beautiful, hot summer Friday in Miami. The sky was cheerfully blue. The white clouds were full and sunlit, and I walked out of the hospital dazed and emotionally broken. “Fuck you for being so joyful today,” I told the world. Moments before, my mom, brother and I stood at my dad’s bedside in the Critical Care Unit, granting a teary-eyed doctor permission to stop trying to resuscitate my dad…