The Hours

This past summer, there was another loss in my family. My mother’s grandmother fell ill and in a short amount of hours, passed away. Within the past few years, my great-grandmother had been in and out of the hospital, and I never worried about death as an outcome. For some reason, since she was over [...]

Strange Faces

One of my earliest memories of death sets me at the very front pew of my hometown church. My grandpa, my mother’s father, had just died and we were attending his funeral. I remember looking up at strange faces. I had recognized my mom, dad and grandma on the way in to the church before [...]