Time for flowers

We buried my grandmother this weekend.  Hundreds of people stuffed the pews at the church she helped found decades ago when she and my grandfather started their life together in the small community where I was lucky enough to grow up. In the parish hall after the service, M. ran around in her sparkly new…

The real reason I’m OK

My grandmother is dying.  Dad just called to say she didn’t really know him this morning.  She’s lying in bed at the nursing home, and the drugs are making her sleep all the time. We’re in this awful purgatory – not yet able to start grieving but knowing we will be doing a lot of…