Good Mourning – A Remembrance

On the morning of January 9th my mother called me at 7:41 a.m. My mom would not call me that early in the a.m. unless I asked for a wake-up call or… I already knew what she was going to tell me even before I heard her struggle to form the words. She tried to gather her breath to exhale her statement, “She’s gone. She went to sleep and didn’t wake up.” And like that my brain started trying to process the news that my grandmother was gone. Continue reading Good Mourning – A Remembrance