At My Grandmas Funeral, I Saw My Mom Hiding a Package in the Coffin, I Quietly Took It And Was Stunned When I Looked Inside
Grief is often described as waves, but for me, it felt like a staircase that ended abruptly in darkness. My grandmother, Catherine, was more than the matriarch of our family—she was my compass. She was the woman who taught me that a pinch of cinnamon could rescue a bland apple pie and that integrity was…