The Journey Home: Reflections on Grandma’s Passing
by Jordan Weeda Here we are. No more poking and prodding. No therapeutic goals to achieve. No pandemic protocols. No hurried doctors and nurses. This is a world of quiet voices, laughing great grandchildren in the other room, smells of food wafting from the kitchen, hand holding, hair brushing, foot rubbing, resting—just being. Grateful to…