I cross a continent in a single day to say goodbye , only to find, standing before the open coffin, that grief does not always arrive when it is expected, and that love needs no performance to be real.
In the days following my grandmother's passing, I discover that love, stubbornly, refuses to end where life does.
In the aftermath of Nan's passing, I discovered an unexpected peace, and the presence of a spirit who had guided me in life, and would continue to do so beyond the veil of death.
"We still have lots of things to do together, and we had no time for everything we needed to do."
"I told her it is all right to be weak, just this once — to let the hands that held us all together finally rest."