Megan

A Pear Tree For My Grandfather

It was a cold, snowy night when my family got the call. The receptionist from the local nursing home called my mother to say that my grandfather (at the age of 82) had a heart attack and passed away. After my mother hung up the phone, she walked into the living room and sat down quietly. She blankly stared at the wall and didn't say a word for what felt like an eternity. Then, finally, after a long stretch of silence, she spoke.