Jun 21
2 min read
My mom had a stroke part 43: However it comes, whatever it means.
It’s the summer solstice today. The longest day in what feels both like the longest year and a year vanishing like a rapidly crumbling bridge behind us.
Lately, my mom’s been in a world of her own. There are flashes where she sees us, where she knows we are there, but largely her stare is blank. Often, her gaze lingers outside, where the dense trees…
