Holly Hensler

The Miniature Lisa

Death often opens more doors than it closes. At least it did in my case. My grandmother, Nonna we called her, was the first in my family to leave this world after I had entered, eliciting my first experience of the profoundness of death. A wave of emotions that ends with a calm nostalgic fondness after time. Whilst my fondness could be described as nostalgic, it certainly was anything but calm.