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The phone call we've all been waiting for came several hours ago.

Aunt Nancy came in to tell us while my mother and I were trying to quiet Zach, hysterical over a crazy-bad diaper rash.

It seems somehow fit that she would go while he was crying. To remind us yet again that life on earth is fragile - and painful. But despite everything, even at the end, it's all worth it.

Say hi to everyone for us, Grandma. We'll miss you.



candles and posterboard
tacked up on a wall
covered in pictures
and glittering light

a basket to take her
straight up to heaven
and flowers to show us
that life still goes on

nightfall and moonlight
and background piano
played by silent angels
without a tear to shed

everywhere you look we see
footprints of where she used to be
reminding us of things she said
and how she just *can't* be dead