Eight years ago, I attended a gathering on my family’s farm in South Carolina on the day of the total solar eclipse. That same week, my grandmother, Sarah Graydon McCrory, went into the hospital with an infection from which she never recovered. In October of that year, just past her 96th birthday, Sarah died — and I got to stand by her on her deathbed as she grappled with connection and liberation…
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