Just let me see you. Let me know this wasn’t all for nothing. No, not nothing. I touched the origami whale in my jeans pocket. At least I’d brought Grandma to the sea, and it washed away the drizzly November in her soul. She’d navigated her way through her grief. My weird, funny grandma, never content to stay in one place, who knew from the start that I should have the name of a whale. She’d never be an ordinary grandma. She was the kind who would take your hand and join you on an adventure, who had to break free like those bubbles trapped under the glacial ice. Life would never be the same
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