Thought Catalog: Sometimes Grief Hits You When You Least Expect It (2020)
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Features, Nonfiction, Writing
About This Project

I don’t feel my grandmother anywhere. She’s like the sun at this time of year.

But I remember her, which is a sensation that, if leaned into enough, could pass as feeling her. It’s half of the way there.

An essay for Thought Catalog.