A Grandson’s Final Goodbye
A child says what grief feels like
Mariam MatossianGuest
Frank McCormickGuest
George PriceGuest
Jonathan RogersHost
I pulled up to the corner of South Rhone and West Poplar Street and parked in front of a cream-colored bungalow with a teal-colored front door.

A covered porch stretched across the front of the house, complete with a porch swing and two rocking chairs.

Does Mrs. Jones have children? Does she have grandchildren? If the answer is yes, then Mrs.

My red polyester duffel book bag with the two side handles and the detachable shoulder strap lay on the passenger seat beside me.

It also had a zippered front pocket where I kept the supplies I'd bought Sunday night at Walmart.

A pack of yellow legal pads, pens and pencils, some band-aids, hand sanitizer, and sunscreen.

I pulled out my number two HB pencil, newly sharpened, and my brand new yellow legal pad and began to sketch out the neighborhood just like we'd been taught.

I'd already driven up this street once before at 7.42 a.m. I'd counted approximately 12 houses on the south side of the street and 11 houses on the north side before I got to Spring Street.

I pulled up to the corner of South Rhone and West Poplar Street and parked in front of a cream-colored bungalow with a teal-colored front door.

A covered porch stretched across the front of the house, complete with a porch swing and two rocking chairs.

Does Mrs. Jones have children? Does she have grandchildren? If the answer is yes, then Mrs.

My red polyester duffel book bag with the two side handles and the detachable shoulder strap lay on the passenger seat beside me.

It also had a zippered front pocket where I kept the supplies I'd bought Sunday night at Walmart.

A pack of yellow legal pads, pens and pencils, some band-aids, hand sanitizer, and sunscreen.

I pulled out my number two HB pencil, newly sharpened, and my brand new yellow legal pad and began to sketch out the neighborhood just like we'd been taught.

I'd already driven up this street once before at 7.42 a.m. I'd counted approximately 12 houses on the south side of the street and 11 houses on the north side before I got to Spring Street.
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