The Gift of Grieving
Saturday morning my eldest daughter called me very early. I knew before I heard her hysterical sobbing that something was very wrong. “He died,” she wailed. She and my younger daughter had just lost a man who was special in their lives. A man I did not know at all. A man they called Grandpa Don. Don was their stepmom’s dad. He joined my girls’ family 5 years ago when their dad married into Don’s family. So began an extended family that my girls would become close to, but would be basically strangers to me. At first it felt weird.
