A poem is about the author's grief over losing her father a decade ago.
Mourning is not easy when friendships are muddled with painful memories and unresolved fights.
The death of my father has been like an open wound in our family.
As someone who has seen death rather closely a few too many times, I’ve come to accept it for its inevitably and have created a mechanism to reconcile with …
I may never entirely understand the difference between my nani's escape and blind faith, but it is her chosen experience and one I respect with all my heart.
I can't seek his forgiveness, neither do I deserve it.
Absorbing the possibility that I am condoling the breakdown of 'my' life helps me cope with death.
In memory of my father who I lost to cancer five years ago.