Haunted by the Photograph of the Casket and the Person Inside

My last memory of my grandfather

Cecil Adkins
Nov 3 · 3 min read

I have a picture of my grandfather in his casket.

It’s not how I want to remember him. I lost him when I was eight years old and my earliest memories of him are from when I was four. It’s not like I have a ton of memories to choose from, but seeing him lying there in his Sunday…

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