When my dad and brother died, I denied my grief the way we deny the climate crisis. But it didn't go away | Conal Hanna
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I've been thinking a lot lately about denial. About how much time we spend living in it. And about our desire to shield loved ones from uncomfortable truths.
It was only after their deaths we learned they'd both been experiencing relatively minor health concerns that, in hindsight, were warning signs of what was to come.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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