My grandmother, Anne Carter Webster, passed away at home on Tuesday December 15th. She'd been diagnosed with terminal leukemia a week prior to her death. She was 75 years old. My mom asked if I'd write something to read for the funeral last Tuesday, the 22nd. The following is what I wrote, and subsequently read. …
Tag: mourning
What Dogs Teach Us
In the morning I am careful not to step over any of the pawprints dotting the snow in our yard. In fact, I find one with particularly crisp edges, not yet touched by sunlight, and I squat down to touch the cold circles and corners. I do this because, once this snow is gone, no …
In Memoriam
Growing up in North Carolina, I feel like people always asked, "Beach or mountains?" the same way they asked, "UNC or NC State?" as if that would tell them something about your character. Beach folks like it easy, I suppose: beer, flip-flops, tan lines, maybe a boat if they're serious. Mountain people prefer quiet and …
