A grieving granddaughter on Mother’s Day

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Grief is…so pushy.

Since my grandmother passed from COVID-19 in September, grief has been an unwanted, constant companion. It’s been hiding several layers beneath the surface; it’s disguised itself as anger; it’s announced itself at the most inconvenient times, just to remind me it’s still there when I think it’s gone. It’s always there, no matter how I try to distract from or ignore it. It’s…