Here At Home

Originally published at https://www.dreamerswriting.com on December 31, 2019.

When my grandmother died, my mother reported that her last words were: “Is that all?”

Although I was not present at her death, I doubted this. I was only 13-years-old and thus not allowed at the end, but I was skeptical. My grandmother could barely talk the last time I’d seen her, nearly a week before her death from cancer. Also, my grandmother was fanciful and soft. She was child-like. She turned empty oatmeal canisters into toys, had drawers full of string cut from bakery boxes “just in case” and…