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May 29, 2009, 10:20 PM
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It makes perfect sense to me. I was a little girl when my father died and it really messed me up. I am finding out now that I held on tight to my grief because that was all I had left of him. If I let that go, then what would I have.
Grief meant love. I wore it like a badge of courage. Look at me. Look how much I loved him.
That became so ingrained in me that I did the same thing when my brothers died. To move on seemed a betrayal.
Keep talking. There are a lot of us who totally get it. 
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