Reflections on Losing My Grandma to COVID: One Year Later

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The sun is shining bright today but the air is crisp and biting. A year ago it was grey, wind howling. Today, I don’t feel even the slightest breeze, let alone heavy winds. During the morning glow of dropping my children off at school, cars and faces go by me, oblivious to my painful day of mourning. One year ago a heavy wind and heart roused my body from its warm slumber. I was a shiny new…