Many years ago I undertook an examination of the ways that my father’s death when I was an infant affected me. A result of this introspection was that I wrote a simple book about it.
About 20 years later, I decided to actually format and print the book — primarily for my family. What I realized was that this book had actually become not only the grieving that I had missed out on, but also the “shiva” type of healing that I had craved for much of my life.
Although the book is available in print (a very small private printing run), I present the full pdf version here as well.
