In 2017, my mom lost her mother and her younger brother. In March of that year my grandmother’s health started to decline rapidly. The week after her death, my mother’s younger brother was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. Within six months they were both gone and a house once filled with the noise of three television sets and many international phone calls was suddenly quiet with only the ticking second hand of the various wall clocks to fill the void. My Amma bore the brunt of taking care of both of them during this time, dealing with the after effects of both their deaths and six other family deaths, all within a thirteen month period.