In January 2016, my father passed away unexpectedly. The world flipped on its axis, and I found myself unable to cope. In the midst of this change, I picked up a pen (both literally and figuratively).

I wrote personal essays about loss. They have been, and continue to be, an important part of my grieving process. I didn’t want to lose these writings because they allowed me to mourn and reflect, so I have organized these entries into my archived blog posts here.