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0:00:00.6: There’s this kind of sick one-two punch where I get to go, “Today is my birthday, and tomorrow is the one year anniversary of my dad dying,” and it doesn’t feel great being a part of the Dead Parents Club… Which has incredible members, many of my friends, both online and offline, have lost a parent. And aside from all of the repression I’ve been doing, another reason I haven’t completely lost my goddamn shit in the year since, despite everything, is because I had those friends to look at and model my behavior and my reaction over this. But it is difficult. My dad died the day after my birthday. Like, I’m pretty sure it was midnight or after midnight. And there was this just deep sense of bitterness in me over all of this, that it’s only now after he’s gone that I’ve been able to move out of my mom’s apartment, that I’ve been able to move to kind of a new region, that I’ve been able to travel by myself to places, other places.
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