MONDAY, APRIL 11
WHEN MY BELOVED GRANDMA DIED, I helped Mom clean out my grandma’s house. It took over a week to get rid of seventy-six years). That first day, Mom told me to set aside anything I wanted. I said, “All I care about are some of her paintings.” Grandma was a self-taught artist. Her breathtaking oil paintings of mountain scenes and still-life flowers helped me feel close to her—as if she wasn’t really gone.
