Third Door On the Left

A short memoir about my grandfather, his death, and what he left behind. Originally published in The Lee Review.

It’s hard to entertain yourself when someone is dying. I wasn’t allowed to watch television or play cards. I couldn’t run outside to play hide-and-go-seek or hit golf balls in the back yard. Someone down the hall was dying, so I just sat there, bored. I couldn’t talk to my cousin about my favorite video game. Not right now, I thought. I knew they wouldn…