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It’s been 2 weeks since I lost my father.

After so many long days at the hospital, he finally passed… and a part of me is still trying to understand it. I hadn’t danced at all during that time. I didn’t have it in me.

But yesterday, I let it out.

I was surrounded by my friends, my family… lifting me up, holding me through it. I felt so heavy, but for a moment, I could breathe again.

Grief doesn’t move in a straight line. Some days are silence, some days are release.

Yesterday was release. 🖤