A Death Rattle for Christmas

My atheist grandfather’s struggle with pancreatic cancer during one of the most festive times of year

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

“Katie, you look weird. Your skin looks mottled. You should just go to the house and take a shower,” Mom said, assessing me with her sharp eyes. I opened my mouth to protest, but she continued. “You can come right back, but I think you need to go freshen up. Get some clean clothes, wash your face. Just go do it,”…