Every time I tried to soothe Gran, I made things worse. At some point, the gaps and fractures in me and her widened into something almost physical and palpable between us.
I didn’t know how to fix it, how to make Gran feel better. I didn’t know what to say, what to tell her to ease the suffering.
So I let Gran angry and grieve for both of us.
I didn’t think it worked. We both stuck in a loop, the pain grew more acute each morning and each night, but we had no way to free ourselves.
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