My grandmother has died. My aunt told me that when she walked into the room where Mima lay dying, the air was calm and it felt like there were angels. She was surrounded by family on her last day, and my mother was with her when she passed. She died well, if there is such a thing.
When I heard yesterday morning, the tears were so salty they burned my eyes. and I beat the carpet with my palms. I think the fact that I’ve realized grieving never gets any easier, has made it easier.
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