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Stories written by Erika Barber

Father’s Day Re-Tooled

Father’s Day, like most holidays that first year, became a reminder of what I no longer had. I had not only lost my dad in a physical sense, but with his suicide I also lost possibility. Never again would I be the girl perusing the store’s selection of “Dad” cards.

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Threads of Hope

I felt my own emotions and grief validated for the first time since that cold July day when my life had seemingly unraveled.

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