On Grief, My Grandmother, and Never Having The Right Words.

In March 2015, six months after relocating to the U.S., I found myself unexpectedly back in my hometown in the UK. My grandfather had passed away less than a few hours after my arrival and a few days later, there I was in the local Sikh temple, the gurdwara, peeling potatoes. Sitting alongside my mother, aunts, and friends of my grandmother, I was helping to prepare the meal for everyone who would be attending my grandfather’s funeral the following day. In the days following his death, I tried to busy myself, to step up and support my family like a … Continue reading On Grief, My Grandmother, and Never Having The Right Words.