At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

to something fragile and temporary, but her eyes brightened momentarily when she saw me standing in the doorway, tears gathering at the corners.

“Rebecca,” she whispered, her voice thin. “You came. I wasn’t sure you would.”

I took her hand carefully, feeling the prominent bones beneath paper-thin skin, the weight of mortality suddenly very real.

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