The capriciousness of grief

Marcello De Feo

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The first face I saw when waking up from post-surgery anesthesia was always my dad’s face.

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I’m sorry for your loss, Cello. I get it. Your words are a gift. Thank you for sharing them.

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The capriciousness of grief