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I’m standing in my grandmother’s kitchen watching my mom as she moves around the kitchen counter like she’s preparing lunch. However, the kitchen counter she’s working over is completely bare and her hands empty. She’s just moving back and forth, back and forth. I’m watching as if a scene from a movie is playing out …

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I have realized that grief is math: multiplication, division, addition, ratios, and parallels. I’m writing this on October 1st, which would have been my mom’s 62nd birthday. In a little more than 30 days, I will be watching the 11th anniversary of her death pass. Two months after that, I reach the age my mother …

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