Tag: grief

My grieving process isn’t stagnant—and that’s okay

I’ve spent a large portion of the last two months coming to terms with a former classmate’s death. I wasn’t as close to them these past couple of years, but the news of their passing still hit me hard. Most of my high school class didn’t find out about their passing until weeks later. We first felt...

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Getting to know my grief

My dad died when I was 16 years old. It happened on a Sunday. On Monday, my mom had to convince me to go to the funeral home to say goodbye to his body before it was cremated. This was because I wanted to stay home and finish reading Hamlet so I wouldn’t fall behind in English class. I went back to...

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Learning to process my grief during frosh week

When my mother walked into my room with tears in her eyes as my brother and I watched tennis, I assumed it was about her son’s first year at university. I knew seeing her first child go to university wasn’t going to be easy for her. I asked if everything was okay. She sat on a wicker laundry hamper...

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Comfort in tears

A blanket of hand-stitched Kleenexes float beneath an airplane in Andrew McPhail’s new exhibit at Union Gallery. CRYBABY tells of McPhail’s experience on a transatlantic flight when a fellow passenger died of a heart attack. Although McPhail’s work is a product of personal experience, it speaks of...

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