My grandmothers unkindness, for instance, was the result of repressed grief over three deaths: her parents, before she was twelve, and her firstborn child. I dont recall ever seeing her smile. She was critical of everything and everyone. Table manners, posture, diction, wardrobe. My aunt, her mothers staunchest defender, often reminded us that my grandmother suffered from accumulated sorrow, bottled up since childhood and cloaked in intellect and intolerance as she grew older. She was never able to grieve fully or mourn the amassed losses, my aunt had said. If we repress our grief, over time, its bound to harden the heart.
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- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave