competitive sorrow

On Being Tender to the Living

Years ago — twenty-one this past August — I lost my father after a car accident.

I’ve written about this both publicly and privately, which is how I tend to metabolize everything in my life; it took me almost a decade to grok it, as my friend Annie Lamott likes to say. Not to truly fathom his loss, per se, but to be able to step back and see with some le…