My father died 9 years ago after he had been sick for 7 weeks. Initially I felt guilty about not feeling grief as well, whereas my entire family was grieving a lot. I asked myself: Did I not love him as much as I thought I did? Maybe I think that I didn't feel grief as much because I felt he was still alive somehow. Like that he goes wherever I go and still lives on in me.
Your story was very relatable and interesting to me!
It's the end of Oshi no Ko. I guess I'm not including any spoilers here. Anyway, I was kinda sad at the end(ing), so I spent some time to put my thoughts into the pages and this is what I came up with.
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