Below is the first section of my essay "About Grief" My grandma has been dead for one month. It’s my fault. At least I think it is. It’s been going around in my mind: If God is real, her death is His punishment for not believing in Him . It’s a long thought to be looped in my head. A stupid one, too. It doesn’t make sense, and yet, there it is, tormenting me. My father called me the day before she died. He was in tears, sobbing into the phone as he said, “Grandma had a hear
