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Stone Fox Bride

122 days ago, without much warning, my beloved darling dad, after living with a rare blood cancer called polycythemia vera for twenty years, died during a stem cell transplant. The worst thing that's ever happened to me by far; in the days following I soothed myself by doing the only thing I know how to do when times get really, really tough: I wrote a piece about our relationship (which I ended up reading at his funeral). Afterwards, though, as the winter stretched on and on and the days became increasingly dark and long and difficult to stomach, (literally), I wondered: what now? So I started penning a letter to him everyday at my other Instagram account @mollyrosenguy, and haven't stopped since. Check it out if you're in the mood to dive deep down a rabbit hole of lots of father-daughter drama, past present and future. The story of our bond is not glittery or glamorous; I spent most of my formative years fighting with him about everything from books to art, but eventually, we learned, in our own weird way, to surrender to the sea of acceptance that existed between us and to find true love within it. (When I was 32, there was a lightning storm over Lake Michigan, Dad and I sat in rocking chairs and watched pinks streaks light up the sky. I said I’m sorry I haven’t always been a good daughter. He said, I’m sorry I haven’t always been a good dad. We both cried). It’s a story of flesh and blood and bones and bone marrow and it’s real and broken I think that’s what makes it beautiful. Today is my Dad's 75th birthday. "When this is all over, we'll celebrate with chocolate cake," I used to tell him during chemo this past Fall. @mollyrosenguy

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