Grief is a funny thing.  We all handle it differently. Some of us let it wash over us, allowing the cathartic release so that we can go back to a sense of normalcy. Some defy in, reject it outwardly as it eats away at us. 

These are the hands of my grandparents. These are the only grandparents I’ve known my entire life. I’ve been blessed with three sets of grandparents (one in the USSR and another that joined my life later, but no less part of my being), but these, these are the ones that were there the day I […]