In the weeks following my brother’s untimely passing, my parents sank into a deep depression. It was very understandable, but it didn’t give me a lot of my own time to grieve. Someone had to do the necessary things, like paying the bills and having Patrick’s cell phone service canceled. I sat in my car in front of the cell phone provider’s store for nearly an hour, knowing that once I turned his phone service off, it was admitting he was gone. Strange, the funeral didn’t hammer that in my head, but something as simple as canceling a phone would make it permanent.
The Process Of Grief
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