My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

“I deleted it.”

Edward looked at her.

“You wrote it.”

The porch went quiet.

A car passed.

Inside the house, one of the children called for juice.

I did not want a battle on the front steps. Not with my grandchildren ten feet away. Not over a body that had already carried babies, surgeries, grief, groceries, laundry, and 41 years continue reading …