Low cellphone ringing. I am groggy. Why is the cellphone ringing so quietly? I realize the ringer must be low but a sinking feeling washes over me, just ever so slightly. I answer the phone. “Hello?” “[Insert my Chinese name], Grandpa died.” My mother says. My mind doesn’t comprehend what she is saying, did she say, “Good morning”? “What?” “Grandpa is dead.” “It’s Grandpa, he is … Continue reading Death’s Door