I Knew My Mom Was Going to Die. That Didn’t Make The Loss Any Easier.

Anticipating someone’s death isn’t the same as actually grieving it.

I was 1,300 miles away from home when I found out my mom died. Motivated by the freedom that came with college graduation, I’d moved across the country from Minnesota to Texas for an internship. My mom and I hadn’t been in much contact for a few months, since my therapist…

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