10. One Girl. One Journey – The Dark Years

After Dad died, we all fell apart. We all dealt with the loss in our own way. My relationship fell apart as well. We went back and forth a few times, but whatever we had was lost. I wasn´t the same person anymore and I can imagine he had no idea at 18 years old, how to support and comfort someone who just lost her Father. He moved out and I stayed in our apartment. I have no memory of the next few years. I´ve tried to remember events, but every time I do, in between 1981 and 1983/half of 84, I just draw a blank. A dark space of time that if empty. I didn´t even have any diaries to look back on. And I couldn´t sing. Or write. Or play the piano. It was too painful.

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