I am my grandmothers, after all

A meditation on life, grief, and the importance of chocolate

Earlier this week, my family lost a very special person: my Mom Mom.

Mom Mom was the Hoff matriarch, my dad’s mother. At the end of August, she celebrated her ninetieth birthday, and I know how lucky I’ve been to have her as a constant in my life for so long.

Grief is hard in any and all circumstances, and every loss has its own specific hurts and sharp…