My grandmother died this morning.
Unlike the death of my grandfather, this is an altogether complicated and flustered situation, so I don't know what to write here.
Until I do, here is an old essay I wrote about her.
Bluegrass With a Poker Face For three years in a row, I drove my grandparents out past Sterling, New York to a small town the
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you and your family are in my thoughts.
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She sounded like a sweet person. I am sorry to hear this.
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