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Hay que ser, hay que sentir y hay que regresar al lugar donde más dolió. After the initial shock and grief that consumed my life following my grandmother's death, I began writing as a way to make sense of my thoughts and feelings. I'd find myself crying uncontrollably through daily life, but almost a year after her death, I was finally able to put some of my pain into words. I remember one instance when I was driving to the beach, thinking it would somehow cure my grief, wher