Missing My Grandma On Her Birthday

Grief has a funny way of showing up in different emotions. Today it’s shown up heavily as guilt.

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July 7, 1930, is the day my sweet grandma was born. She was the youngest of three girls and a bit spoiled. She married young and had four children. My grandpa adored her. Then two days after her 40th birthday on July 9th, she became a grandma to her one and only granddaughter, me.

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I started writing about 2 years ago to cope with my struggles in life. I write about grief, caregiving, substance use disorder, and the death care industry.

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Jennifer Estes

Jennifer Estes

I started writing about 2 years ago to cope with my struggles in life. I write about grief, caregiving, substance use disorder, and the death care industry.

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