« I’ve got to tell Mom. »
Until the day everything shattered.
« I’ve got to tell Mom. »
Three weeks ago, I was in the grocery store comparing pasta sauce brands when my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
« Is this Jill? »
« Yes. »
« This is Memorial Hospital. »
Nothing good ever begins with those words.
My mother had suffered a massive stroke. By the time I reached the hospital, she was gone.
« This is Memorial Hospital. »