As a Christian, I’ve always believed in life after death. But when it came to my personal life, it seemed too good to be true. My heart couldn’t handle being let down, and so I reserved life after death for everyone else. I liked to think that I would disintegrate into the Appalachian soil of my home and cease to fully exist.
When it became clear that my grandmother Elizabeth was dying, I spent the month of May with her at Givens...
