I was sitting in the kitchen with my mom just after she moved here in Sep 2015. She was talking about how my grandmother who had just passed away that year, had such a good life until her late 90s when dementia took over. My mom's eyes got all teary, but she shrugged it off as "something in the air". I knew then that she really was missing her mom, but rather than pursuing it, I let it drop. What a mistake. Why couldn't we have a conversation about what it is like to grieve