Anthrow Circus

Dear Kyle: Addiction Doesn’t Get the Last Word

LETTERS BY TERESA VANHATTEN-GRANATH

On Aug. 5, 2023, my son, Kyle Granath, passed away of an overdose. He was found near the baseball stadium in downtown Denver, Colorado. He was alone. He was 18 years old.

A week later, I stood up at his funeral to share a eulogy in the form of a letter I wrote to him. More letters to Kyle followed in each subsequent month. I learned that our story can help others who are struggling, so I’m sharing my letters to Kyle here.
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Le Cose Importanti: A Family History

STORY AND IMAGES BY EJ BOWMAN

La Nonna’s name was Jone Corti then. Jo-ne. It slid off the tongue like a berry gelato. It
was strange to burden a young Italian girl with a Greek name, especially one that referred so specifically to Ionia and the adjacent sea. It annoyed me when her biddy friends mispronounced it, suffering the harsh J instead of the more lithe Y. p>