It happened today in the late afternoon in South Alabama. My grandmother passed away. Intellectually, I can face it. Emotionally, I don’t think I’ll totally believe it until I’m at the funeral. I find it so hard to imagine never speaking to her again. It was hard watching even from my distance, the slow loss of someone I cared so much for, but I hope wherever she is now, she’s no longer in pain and she’s back with loved ones, long and recent gone. I never wanted to let go, … Continue reading

I haven’t written lately. I haven’t known what to say. On top of my own all-too-natural questioning of the universe and my place in it, I’ve been dealing at a long distance with feelings over my grandmother’s deteriorating physical condition. Everytime I talk to someone about it, I seem determined to tell them she’s 92 years old, that she’s surely lived a long life, and hopefully much of it was good as we could make it for her. And everytime I make that comment, I feel like we all deserve … Continue reading