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I got through my father’s birthday. September 3 came and went. Then September 14, the anniversary of his death. That came and went too. I was okay. I thought I was okay, anyway. I didn’t fall apart. I made it through those days. Then grief attacked me at four in the morning. I was working an overnight shift at the supported housing program, sitting there alone doing paperwork. Nothing dramatic was happening. It was an ordinary, quiet stretch of the night. And then, almost out

I’ve been noticing something lately that doesn’t quite make sense to me. And I think part of it is because my dad died this year… And my mom is on her way. So death isn’t some abstract idea right now. It’s… right here. When I’m sitting alone, in my head, thinking about it— Not existing. Just… gone. It scares the hell out of me. Like a deep, almost panicky kind of fear. But here’s the part I can’t reconcile. If I picture a real situation— A client of mine in danger. Someone tr