Advertisement AdvertisementAdvertisement AdvertisementMy grandpa, who died at 92, had a condition that made his fingers curl up. So when I got the email from Kate, I was intrigued — even excited — by the idea of some sort of life after death. After every email, my mom and I would meet up for happy hour cocktails and spinach artichoke dip to discuss. Sometimes the conversation was silly: joking about Grandpa haunting a bad former boss or spooking drivers who won’t let us merge. Advertisement AdvertisementAdvertisement AdvertisementMy mom and I sat for a long time, until the ice from our drinks melted to water.

Source: Huffington Post October 11, 2025 13:05 UTC