Dear Grandpa — Love, Me
After her grandmother's January death, the writer spends a weekend in early February at her grandparents' Washington, D.C., home, feeling the emptiness in rooms once animated by her presence.
In early February, the author spent a weekend at her grandparents’ home in Washington, D.C., after her grandmother died in January. She describes the stillness and pervasive absence — in the kitchen where her grandmother "commanded every meal" and in the hallway where her slippers sat — as the family confronts a loss too large for the house to hold.