Many moons ago, I wrote obituaries for a small Iowa newspaper.

Last week, I worked on my grandmother’s obituary with…my grandmother. She dictated in what order she wanted items to appear and which items were to be included. M. called me, asked how I was, and I said, “well, I’m writing an obituary this morning.” It was surreal.

I thought I would have the whole obituary written, but that grief thing keeps getting in the way. I can’t quite bring myself to do it. We have time, I keep telling myself.