"She has been so careful at work; she has had all of her shopping delivered for weeks, actually for months, now; she's even wiped down the items with bleach as they are delivered, and still does. How can this have happened?"
I write of parental grief & my mother's sweater as a comfort to me, exploring cultures of grief where pain meets love and love meets pain.
In Saying Goodbye: A Father's Last Minute Parting Gift to His Son, I channel the moments I remember from the night before my mother died.
