T The Letting Go
"I told her it is all right to be weak, just this once — to let the hands that held us all together finally rest."
"I told her it is all right to be weak, just this once — to let the hands that held us all together finally rest."
My letter to the Universe, written in the space between grief and grace, as my grandmother lies in a hospice far across Europe, still breathing, but already halfway home.
A granddaughter's meditation on love, loss, and the slow unravelling of the woman who held her world together