My mother’s mother died almost exactly 25 years ago, in November 1998. Last week, my own mama and I sat and laughed, remembering my extraordinary grandmother. “She picked a good time to leave,” I suggested.
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A Note on the Innocent Dead
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My mother’s mother died almost exactly 25 years ago, in November 1998. Last week, my own mama and I sat and laughed, remembering my extraordinary grandmother. “She picked a good time to leave,” I suggested.