Why We Shaved Our Heads on Our Wedding Day for His Grandmother

on a chair in the center of the floor, looking up at me with absolute trust.

I placed my hand gently on his shoulder and moved the clippers from his forehead to the back of his neck.

A long lock of his thick brown hair fell quietly into his lap, landing on his wedding suit.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd of guests watching from their tables.continue reading …