People say grief rises and falls like waves, but for me, it’s like stepping into darkness and missing a stair. My grandmother, Catherine, wasn’t just family — she was my anchor, my safe place. With her, I felt cherished beyond measure. Standing beside her casket last week, I felt unmoored, as if I were trying to breathe with only half my lungs.
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