Grandma, in excruciating pain and barely able to breathe, asks to hold my hand and that I pray over her. This is the second night after my arrival. My grandma passed away a week later. Saying a prayer over a religious elder is a special occasion. I'm not very religious, yet my Grandma trusted me. It is a moment I will always remember. Dalark, Arkansas.

Raindrops on the windshield, driving into Dalark, Arkansas.

Grandma's chair sits in the corner of her bedroom, pillow still mushed down from the weight of her body. Her favorite armchair, articles of clothing, special scents, all become triggers for remembering moments with her.

Chubby, the family dog, rests on the back porch of Grandma's home. Dalark, Arkansas.