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Why I Didn’t Post About Grandma’s Death on Facebook
By Jasmine Cole-Marrow
It felt like something that I was supposed to do, but it wasn’t something I wanted to do.
My Childhood’s Signature Scent
By Elise Seyfried
The smell of tobacco brings my late father — and his favorite vice — back into my airspace.
By Kathryn Frey-Balter
I heard about Justice Scalia’s death at one of my last dinners with my beloved, if complicated, father. Months on, as the justice’s seat sat unfilled, so did Dad’s.
I Was Given My Grandmother’s Name, But I Took Her Locket
By Virgie Townsend
No matter how many stories I heard, my grandmother remained abstract to me. I needed something tangible to make my grandmother feel real to me.
Why I Love IKEA
By Emily Kolby
Shopping there is my wildly commercialized way of keeping my Swedish grandmother’s legacy alive. (Plus, family recipes for Swedish ginger snaps and coffee cake.)
Missing the Goodbye
By Affad Shaikh
For immigrant families like mine, loss can mean mourning from a great distance.
Desperately Seeking the Funeral Director With a Matinee Idol Name
By Alana Gautreau
Four years after my grandmother’s death, I was determined to track down — and thank — the mortuary staffer whose kindness (and name) I will never forget.
By Alexandra Umlas
Grandpa was totally dead. In his honor, I decided to bring my mostly dead orchids back to life.
Making My Dad A Searchable Term
By Tamiko Nimura
My dad died before the Internet. When I put his name out into the digital world, I couldn't have anticipated what would come back to me.
In Mourning, with Broadway and Carne Guisada
By Christopher Gonzalez
How musicals like "In the Heights" helped after losing my abuela.
When Grandma Got Mean, I Got Angry
By Mattea Kramer
When my spirited grandmother declined, then died, I was as pissed off as I was utterly bereft.
Sleeping Through Grandma’s Death
By Amy Oestreicher
When I finally came to after a months-long coma, my beloved grandmother was gone.
Workshopping My Grief
By Kristi DiLallo
My classmates were poring over my essay about my grandmother’s murder. As a writer, I’ve never felt more vulnerable.
Father-Daughter Death Spiral
By Rachel Mack
My mother's and grandfather's simultaneous illnesses challenged their shared worldview that the world could be managed.
The Voicemail Afterlife
By Sara Goldfarb
My grandma called daily and, I sometimes sent her to voicemail — rationalizing that I was just too busy to pick up. In the wake of her death, I cherish those recordings.
Losing Grandma Twice
By Nina Badzin
Dementia stole my grandmother long ago, leaving me to mourn her all over again when she died years later.
Why Grandmothers Rock
By Kara DeFrias
My grandmother died more than five years ago. But to this day when I need a pick-me-up, I channel the positive energy she put into her work, her beloved Phillies and me.
Grandmotherly Advice, Courtesy of Netflix
By Lilit Marcus
Binge-watching 'Murder She Wrote,' I can't help but see my late 'grandmama' in the show's heroine.
Call of the Riled
By Chanel Dubofsky
Devastating news has twice come in the form of a call. Now whenever the phone rings, I fear the worst.
By Sarah Seltzer
I thought the tragic death of a young friend would temper the pain of losing a loved one to old age; I was wrong.
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