The day my grandmother died,the world didn’t stop turning. Clocks didn’t stopas she inched toward death, helped along by morphine.It took almost three days.Her children, those living,sat in a vigil by her bedside,and said prayers.It’s too much,my father cried – too much, all within six weeks. He cried, while stroking her hair.telling her it was okay to let … Continue reading The Day My Grandmother Died