I haven’t been back to her grave since the day we had her ashes buried. I’ve thought about it a few times. I thought about how it would be comforting to see her name on the grave stone, to see the physical proof of her existence. But then, too, I thought it would be weird to see something so personal, the name of my grandmother, out there on a rock in the middle of such a public place. And I’ve […]
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