Remembering my Grandmother

Yesterday I held my grandmother’s hand and told her I love her while she took her last breaths. This has been an extremely rough, beautiful year. First my father declining into dementia and being moved thousands of miles away from me, then my grandmother going into hospice. Then grieving for the victims in Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands, Vegas, Texas, and Florida, and worrying about the immanent volcano eruption in Bali. And now grandma’s death. This is life. Even having a great life and a loving relationship with money doesn’t stop the grief, the anxiety, the anger, and the … Continue reading