Autobiographical Family

The Day She Died

I’m waiting to board a flight home so I can help take my mom home from the hospital and help her adjust to life after a massive heart attack. Except now I’m not. I’m going home to plan her funeral.

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Throwback Thursday

She was a mom from the start! My sister holding a very factory-fresh me sometime in May 1972. (BTW, we had that sofa until I was a sophomore in high school.)