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I'm Finally Learning How to Grieve

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Ding, ding, ding… my extremely annoying and recognizable alarm begins at 6:30 a.m. like any other Monday morning. I spend some time waking myself up and am about to get out of bed when I hear my phone start to ring. “Hm, that’s weird, it’s pretty early for someone to call me other than my dad,” I think to myself. (My dad will call me many mornings on his way to work to catch up.) I look down at my phone and it’s a group call with my whole family.

My stomach sinks, and I know something must be wrong immediately. The uncertainty of not knowing what the bad news might be is killing me.

When I pick up, my dad is choking up and says, “I don’t know how to tell you all this, but Piper is really sick and might not make it.” Piper was my family’s

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