A Grief Road Trip Helped Me Cope With My Grandmother’s Death

“Each night before I’d leave her bedside at the nursing home, yellowed walls and the scent of dead flowers permeating the air, my 93-year-old grandma, Busia (‘Boo-sha’ in Polish), would ask the same thing, ‘When I’m gone, I hope you’ll remember all the fun we had?’ ‘Of course,’ I’d say. ‘How could I ever forget?’

And I couldn’t.

Ever since my mother had . . .”

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