Language

When I comfort a family after a patients’ death, I often say that they are never truly lost. People remain embodied in things: like their wedding band that slides over the next generation’s finger, or their woolen quilt that drapes the end of another bed. But for me, my grandfather, who died in 2020, remains vividly alive through language. His memory is conjured when I hear Punjabi – a language I myself could never speak.

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