**Callan

“You don’t have to come, Dad,” I said, glaring over my shoulder.

My father was huffing about taking Grandma back to the nursing home. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she belonged there; we both knew with the way her mind was fading that she was better off under the care of professionals. Instead, he just didn’t want to go to a place where death happened pretty much every day.

My mother’s unexpected passing ...