My grandmother died over the weekend from complications following coronary bypass surgery. In place of my own discomfited expressions, some borrowed words, too often used of late: Talking to Grief Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don’t know you’ve been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be […]
Daily Archives: July 21, 2008
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