Grandma

After your funeral, on the plane ride back to my temporary home, I pulled a long silvery hair from the fleece that I took out of your closet.

As it fell to the floor, it struck me that I'll never see your shining white hair again.

And in a plane full of people, I struggled not to cry.

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