This article originally appeared on the New Normal:Blogging Disability  on December 4, 2018 My grandfather passed away last year on Chanukah – one month shy of his 90th birthday. He had been struggling for weeks and I was prepared, or as prepared as I could be. I had one last conversation with him and said goodbye – whatever that may mean. Still like my grandmother, the news of his death left me breathless and then left me empty. As I sat waiting for my flight back to the states, I read ...