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

sounding cruel. Part of me wanted to say that consequences typically follow actions, that understanding usually comes too late to matter. But cruelty had no place in this sterile room with its beeping monitors and the scent of approaching death.

“I’d like to see you both before I go,” Mom said with effort. “To know my girls made some kind of peace. continue reading …