an imperfect goodbye
She didn’t like the cold, she didn’t like the heat, and she didn’t like rain. My grandmother, or “Nana” as I called her, was very weather-affected. One story in particular stands out. I remember my dad planning to take her to Walmart-but when it started to rain, she refused to go. He told her she […]
a belated mercy
There’s nothing quite like waiting at the hospital. The hurried nurses, the minutes that feel like hours, the sleeping loved ones slumped over in patterned chairs. The feeling of not knowing the outcome, the frenzied prayers, the walks down the hall to pass the time, the smells, the anxiety-all vaguely familiar, yet dreadful. Last week, […]
