I remember two things from the end of my grandfather’s life. I was a very little girl, but I remember his eyes and I remember his stories. His eyes were normally blue, but on this final visit, they were almost turquoise. They were extraordinarily bright, shining, a little damp-looking, and not exactly focused on the
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