My mom had a stroke part 55: Crash
6 min readSep 13, 2022
There is a part of me that wants to pack a bag and vanish to somewhere with crisp air and jagged green mountains or lush forests with birds the colors of jewels. To just be somewhere else.
Of course I won’t.
It’s been a very rough week. Memories are like flashes, bright spotlights that don’t contain everything and couldn’t anyway.