Farewell to the Light

Cassia Rowe

The morning of my grandmother’s funeral dawned gloomy and cold, as if the world itself mourned her loss. I stood by the window in the guest room, watching the heavy clouds drift across the sky. My reflection in the glass was pale and strained, and I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. Sleep had eluded me the night before, my mind replaying memories of her gentle smile, the