Autobiographical

The Corner of the Table

Until today this corner of my dining room table held all the sympathy cards I received after mom died. I had not re-read any of them throughout the year. But today—one year after her funeral—seemed like a good day to re-read them and to let them go.

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.