Jessica Maria Tuccelli

“I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?”

“Now that her spirit had left, I’d thought she would feel light. Then I realized it was the spirit that carries the weight of the body and not the other way around.”

“I wish I’d paid better attention. I didn’t yet think of time as finite. I didn’t fully appreciate the stories she told me until I became adult, and by then I had to make do with snippets pas...”