Grieving An Ambiguous RelationshipAfter my grandma’s death, I found myself in this place of ambiguity. I didn’t lose her at the moment she died; rather, our relationship gradually waned as I grew up in the U.S., linguistically and culturally distant from her.
JubileeWhat is the proper response to the sacrifice of all those who came before me? Who decides when it is enough?
A Tug on the Threads Between UsIn some ways, this end feels final, and in other ways, it feels like a semicolon, the uncertainty of the direction of our relationship hovering in the air like a dandelion in the wind. Maybe one day one of us will be ready to reach out to mend the broken threads ... or create new ones.
