Tag Archives: Grief
Our Sweet Memory
There are few things I love more than cake. My family didn’t have much money while living in India, but whenever I asked, “Whose happy birthday is it?” my uncle, Shyam, would say it was his, then splurge on a … Continue reading
Thank you
I texted my father — our first message in months — asking if the link he had sent to an online photo album was real. He said it was. I selected the first photo: Two-year-old me, smiling wide, nestled in … Continue reading
Two Questions
When people are dying only two things matter…They just want to know : Was I loved? And did I love well? Love: that’s all that really matters….Love is for here and now
The Family Language
I was paging through my great-grandmother’s Bible when a treasure fell into my lap. On a small scrap of paper, in a young child’s handwriting, were the words, “Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of … Continue reading