Grief, I have come to believe, is one of the trickiest terrains most of us will eventually have to negotiate. Like most painful experiences, we do our best to avoid mourning our losses. We try to define grief, to mold it into our human illusions of an orderly and comprehensible world. We come up with…
I was born in 1977, just as democracy was beginning to take root in Spain. My family carried the weight of history—my father and grandfather lived through Franco’s dictatorship, proud of their roots but never knowing the full story of what happened to some of our relatives. Their dignity and quiet strength shaped me deeply.…
A simple list of names: seven men; one woman. The first two names on the list were a married couple, I know a little bit about them, not enough. I know nothing about the other six men on the list. They are all, however, joined in eternity. A married couple and six other humans they…