Now, I could think about some new things

Hannah, who I never met, was the person most on my mind before my hysterectomy. She was my grandmother, or she would have been, but she died when my father was just 17. Too young to be a grandmother. Just a mom. When I was a child, my greatest awareness of her was that she’d been sick. We had some pieces of art that she’d made hanging on the walls, whic…