"I’d expected something more existential or philosophical to help with my grief — like really good art or therapy. Instead, repetitive movements and cheesy motivational sayings were getting me to a place of semi-emotional stability. After working out, I felt like I could get through the day."
What are tears for?
It took me ten years to learn how to write about my father, about his life and death, about how I was still learning to live without him. I am still learning.