You Say Goodbye

My Grandma Dorothy Martin died on Sunday morning. She was 91, vivacious, feisty, and giggling almost to the end. The last year was a rougher one for her, which seems to be the universe's way of alleviating the grief of those left behind. No more suffering.

It'll take a long time to get used to the idea that I'll never get to see her laugh again. For the last 30 years of my life, she's always been … there. So much love and support, such a wonderful sense of humor. I'm glad I have a dash of hoar...