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I recently lost my paternal grandmother of almost 90 years old to Covid-19. Still in the process of grieving, I found myself reflecting on our memories together and how these memories were shifting form in my mind. I felt compelled to write about them, perhaps as a way of healing through therapeutic writing. This past year, as many people have faced losses in some shape or form, I wonder how they feel about the power of memory. Here are my reflections in a confessional…