Six months ago was also a Sunday into Monday. Sunday she was alive and Monday she- my smart, loving, incredibly competent, good communicator mother- wasn’t. I knew something was really wrong, but I felt helpless as to what to do. I’d already bought and canceled a plane ticket (long story-I was told not to go home; I should have gone home, but I still may not have been soon enough). I’d told myself I would call her that week and I was still planning on going home soon. I was exhausted for...

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