“I have knelt is silent prayer, and also cried towards heaven countless times. I have repeated words as mantras, and I have executed dozens of heartfelt discourses to the open air. When did I top praying so often about losing my father, and being praying to find myself? At some point, it was not so much about my Dad, and not even about loss. It became about the way forward. Now I am the voyager, stuck as I am. in memories and more.” FatherPrayerPathMantraVoyagerLoss Crying Book:The Path of Grief: & the Imagined Future Source: The Path of Grief: & the Imagined Future