Sometimes, grief feels a lot like panic. While buying birthday cards at Walmart a few years ago, I caught sight of these floral Mom and Grandma cards. I instinctively wanted to reach out and grab the teal card with the antique-style, delicate pink rose for my grandmother. But a feeling of panic stopped me in…
For a few seconds, my dead grandmother was right there next to me shopping for plants. I was walking through the garden center of H-E-B Plus on a particularly muggy August afternoon. I was leisurely picking out plants and loading them onto my cart, despite the heat. I felt like my dead grandmother was right…
My mother’s parents were married on August 8, 1949. Four years later, in 1953, my mom arrived on the scene. My grandparents’ greatest gift to me in 1953 was my mom. I miss my grandparents. But I feel (and see) their presence all around me every day. So much of who I am comes from…
