Limbs of Lamentation

A year from yesterday, I sat quiet with my grandmother on the couch in her living room. It was before the nurses were there around the clock. Before she was bedridden; yet she was still so frail that I couldn’t bear to take my eyes off of her. It already pained me that I’d have to leave in 2 days and return to work. I had been coming down to SoCal from SF in one-to-two week increments since September to help care for grandma, and to give my mom respite from the backbreaking work of 24/7 elder care.

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