Description
Ben's mournful puffy red eyes turn towards me. "Grandmother taught me how much I meant to her. She taught me so many things, cousin Loli." His voice changes laden with grief, his eyes look to his fumbling fingers as tears fall. "She just never taught me how to say goodbye." Accumulating tears escape, "Why did she have to die? Why her? She was my grandmother Loli. I miss her so very much." Wrapping my arm around his broad shoulder and pulled his head into my hug, I cried with him, "cousin)." Uncle Reuben appeared in the doorway, eyes glowing ferociously. Till he saw where Ben sat crying. Then, silently, uncle Reuben left. Closing the door in his departure. After this, Ben never came inside again. Since Grams death, the weighted anguish of her loss has taken residence in our hearts..... With the agony of death comes the road to recovery. Riddled with painful memories. But are they really painful? Or an aid to healing?
Prologue
