1. Sometimes, I’d find myself I’d been hurt just to have that ritual with her. As I grew up, the ritual , but she always found a way to ease the pain and the joy I felt in any area of my life.
2. The 10-minute drive to my parents’home me dread, wondering what was happening to my mother. When I arrived, I found Dad pacing in the and Mom lying on their bed. Her eyes were closed and her hands rested on her stomach. I called to her, trying to keep my as calm as possible. “Mom, I’m here.”