My Grandma's husband died. He and I had a complex relationship. Throughout my mom's childhood and my childhood, he was an alcoholic. He wasn't mean to me, but he ignored me as I was growing up, I saw him stand idly by as my mom's side of the family grew more divided. Nonetheless, he was married to my Grandma for over fifty years. His death is going to affect my Grandma and I fear how my mom's younger siblings might react to losing their father. For some reason the black sheep in the family were especially protective of him.
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AuthorPaul Pommells has been an inmate of the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation for more than twenty years, and has learned much about himself, his fellow inmates, and where one can find the hope and power to change. Poetry Corner
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