Today was the memorial held for my father. We approached the event as a celebration of life. A party that he would have wanted on his birthday (9/16).
Until this point, I was still imagining my dad alive and at home, even though my logical brain knew otherwise. It was easier to imagine that things did not happen the way they did. Attached below is the tribute that I wrote for him. It was cathartic for me and a major milestone in my journey to acceptance. In the tribute I talk about my anxiety and depression. I was nervous to share these deep feelings with the audience of 150+ people, but was encouraged by my mom to go through with it. She acknowledged that many other people are going through their own grief and a good step towards a more open environment is to talk about the hard emotions.
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Madison Arza KennedyThis blog is to document my journey through my PhD while dealing with the early loss of my father Tom Kennedy. Archives
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