In June of 2019, my Mother died.
As I sat by her hospital bed and watched her light fade from this life, I had the unshakeable feeling that she was scared, maybe even mad at me. I can forgive her for that. My siblings cared for her during her hospice, but I had been absent until the end and away for over a decade, working overseas and on the West Coast…
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