The Kingdom, by Gavin CastletonThe last time I saw you I asked you to contact me from the other side when you died and you laughed when you told me “It could never be done or else Grandma would’ve tried.” Then you held and composed me with hands worn like bark, and those old eagle eyes that could pierce any darkness. You tried to convey something final and beautiful, and, at the height of your weakness, give strength to me some
