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Dedicated to your stories and ideas.

Five days before Christmas twelve years ago, my mother learned that her mom had died unexpectedly about a thousand miles away from us. I was sitting on the floor as she answered the curly cord phone on her bedside table. Within a day we had packed ourselves and our new unhousebroken puppy into the car to drive west to Michigan and do all the things that you do when your grandmother dies. So that was our Christmas.