04/28/2026
I wrote this piece about my dad, about the moment I realized I was going to lose him… and the quiet grief that started long before he was gone.
Anticipatory grief isn’t loud. It lives in the in-between moments, in the role reversals, in the memories that start showing up before the ending does.
I’m really grateful to @modernloss for publishing this piece and allowing me to share this story.
This was one of the hardest things I’ve ever put into words, but also one of the most important.
If you’ve ever loved someone through illness, decline, or the unknown, this is for you.
Link in bio.