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I realized yesterday when driving to my fathers home from the beach to celebrate his birthday, this would be my first intimate family gathering without my grandmother. I drove passed her quiet empty house, manicured with green Ivy & pachysandra and by my mother as the curtains remain open with a beautiful white orchid dancing in the window. Usually, she’d be there waving as wedding wears with chapel or court train we’d be pulling in for family celebrations. Or maybe just because I wanted to see her.

For all those re...