Eden

By Chris Horst

I sat on the countertop as my mom shared the tragic news: My grandpa—Abe Horst—had died.

A heart attack seized his last breath at the early age of 63. While reading the newspaper during a summer day in 1997, he passed. He was healthy and active and we were not ready to say goodbye. While our relationship revolved around my early adolescent affinities like pizza and beach vacations, I cherished him immensely.