On Grieving the Dead Online
Miles away from home, I watched my grandmother’s funeral on YouTube

It’s 5:45 a.m., and I’m procrastinating. The lamp in the bathroom is on, and I’m sitting on the toilet (lid down) with the door closed because my husband is asleep in our studio apartment. My laptop and iPhone are on the kitchen counter, their screens shimmering in the Brooklyn dawn. Like phantoms, they…