• Life

    Grief

    Grief catches me in the back of the throat. That’s where the pain resides. I don’t know why this was, but that’s what I felt, trying to hold myself together while my grandfather lay in bed dying in his apartment in Seaside, California. I arrived two days ago, after getting the word the day before that Grandfather’s time seemed likely to be coming to an end. He has days, perhaps, or maybe longer. This was uncertain, but I knew I had to come no matter how painful it might be for me to see him like this. Grandfather has been almost a legend in the family my entire life. An…