Jan 8, 2022
2 min read
Goodbye to My Mother
The demise of a parent is especially hard…
The light is dimming over my mother’s wet and glassy eyes. Her hair, the color of dull pewter, frames her face with no purpose.
Gone the person I once knew, buoyant, with a laugh that exploded over a good food with gravy. Now she stares blankly into space. What channel are you on?
