When I was 4 years old my dad died of a heart attack in the middle of the night. I did not learn this until years later. I had been told he died in his sleep because my mom wanted to protect me from what was already a traumatic experience.
I remember seeing my mom the morning after my dad had died and thinking something is wrong because my mom was crying. I remember running to my dad’s bedroom and searching for him.
I remember crying. What I did not know as a 4-year-old was how to grieve. How does a young child even begin to wrap their head around losing a parent?
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