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What My Autistic Son Taught Me About Grief
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My son David’s Grandma McCoy and Grandpa Phil, my mother’s companion of seven years and husband of six weeks, died in September.
A brutal car accident. It’s been four months and I am still trying to wrap my head around it. How can they be here and then, suddenly, not?
That’s the way it felt, too. They’d been here in June, our first time together in person in more than 18 months. They traveled with us to a youth soccer tournament; hosted David for an afternoon getaway and swim, just David and Grandma and Grandpa; and spent an afternoon at the zoo, enjoying ice cream while watching the bears.
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