Passing Through A Woman Called Mother

Passing through is a piece I wrote about my grandmother's husband dying. In this piece I was thinking about generations. About my own family. About what our parents and grandparents leave us in our emotional inheritance. I was thinking how when my grandmother died, she had not spoken with my mother in 20 years. How my grandmother hardly spoke to her own mother. So much pain and so much dysfunction. So much unfinished business.