C.R. Pigg

Last week, I found a poem I wrote after my brother died.

My grandma passed away in April, and while it’s been hard on my family, we’ve taken solace in that she lived a long, happy life full of love.

Over the last few months, we’ve been sorting through her things, and yesterday, we found a folder full of pictures, papers, and all sorts of things about my brother, who passed away over 16 years