More Than Our Remains
A week ago I wouldn’t have dreamed that a life could be so quickly reduced to two cardboard boxes sitting on a kitchen floor. But after grandma’s funeral, I found myself pulled up to the remnants of...
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Nightmares are picking the scabs of grief: my grandma has been showing up in my dreams in the most gut-wrenching ways. In her coffin. Or standing behind a window pane, dressed in gharish clothes,...
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