One morning last year, my Nana sat at her kitchen table, staring into space, holding a pile of pills in her hand. We’d eaten countless peanut butter toasts with blueberries at that table. Now she was too sick to make toast and I had to watch her take her pills, make sure she took them all, make the toast. “Put the pills in your mouth, Nana,” I said. “Oh…
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