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

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During a moment when Dad took Michael to find coffee in the hospital cafeteria, Mom gripped my hand with surprising strength given her weakened state.

“I need to say this while I can,” she began, her voice strained with effort and emotion. “I failed you, Rebecca. With James and Natalie, with everything. I should have stood by you, supported continue reading …