It is my belief that my grandmother died of a lonely heart. Three weeks after the birth of my first child, my grandmother passed away. As I was just learning to raise a little human, I found myself saying goodbye to someone who raised me.
What struck me most about my grandmother's life were her last five years. They were her loneliest. For someone who had been the matriarch of a family and whose home was the center of family gatherings, feeling lonely was not something that she was prepared for.