Dealing With Death, Gives Us Hope!

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When I was very young, my maternal grandmother died. I might have been 5 or 6 at the time. The family was at my Uncle Luther’s house, and two of my uncles got into a significant argument. Accusations and threats were flying from both while everyone stood around watching.

It got to be too much for my mother. She started screaming at them, took the liquor bottle both uncles were drinking from, and smashed…