July 16

I feel guilty about this, but July 16 passed this year without me remembering it as the anniversary of Grandpa’s death. I think that’s the first time that has ever happened. Nineteen years. *** I was studying in Bath, England that summer, my senior year at Ohio State. It was the most exciting thing toContinue reading “July 16”

Sentimental Journey

The night before Grandma died, she woke up, briefly, and teased my brother for coughing. “Ah-choo,” she said, smiling. Then she slipped back into unconsciousness. That was the last we heard her voice. It was just a couple weeks between her diagnosis of terminal cancer and her death. We thought it was Alzheimer’s, but itContinue reading “Sentimental Journey”