My mom had a stroke part 16: Same but different.

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There’s a food drive at the facility where my mom is. My dad and I decided to buy groceries for it, and as I stood there in Jewel, the cart empty, wondering where to go, I thought of my mom matter-of-factly picking things out.

It was something she routinely did when she was healthy enough to do it, buying for donation, without really talking about it. She loves that part of…