My Grandfather Helps Me Find Myself, Even Though He's Gone
My family isn’t religious, but we have a saying that we do believe in my grandfather. And an essay he wrote about me reminds me to believe in myself.
Willie Wonka
Being There
What I Did This Summer, M. J. Tully, “Oompa”


The Brave Little Toaster


Bridey is a freelance writer based in Washington, DC. More of her work can be found at brideyheing.com.
Enter your email address to receive notifications for author Bridey Heing
Success!
Confirmation link sent to your email to add you to notification list for author Bridey Heing
More in this series
Closed Casket: One Family’s Story of Suicide
“I never told dead brother I loved him. My fear of him was too great.”
How A War in the Middle East Changed My Family in the Philippines Forever
Papa left the summer I turned eight. The emotional toll of a wife who blamed him was too much to carry along with the burden of repatriating thousands of Filipino citizens.
When My Grandfather Dies, No One Will Say He Was “Gone Too Soon”
When my grandfather threatened to kill himself, I began to wonder if, as he sees it, he has effectively stopped living.