February 1, 2016

“Grandfather was dead. Mother and father dragged grandfather from the pantry where he died and laid him across a table in the basement. The table was never used and so there was no fear of cross-contamination (people were often squeamish at the thought of human corpses touching their dead but cooked animals). Mother wiped her eyes constantly, proving she was a devoted daughter to the end. Grandmother remained upstairs in the moth ball-smelling bedroom she shared with grandfather, screaming until her voice was hoarse. Mother and father banned sister, brother, and me from entering the room grandfather lay within.”

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