It was Mother’s Day 1997 when our eyes last met in normal recognition. On that innocent morning, two days later when we were alone, I watched my mother take her last breath of more than 90 years.
Later, that afternoon when I sat alone on the fenced-in deck in back of our home, my emotions overcame me for the first time. Then I perceived a warm presence about me…did the Angel of Death weep with me?
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