About the Book
Dear Reader,
This is my story, hidden in the deepest recesses of my soul, of slowly cleaning out the closet in my heart following the death of my beloved mother more than thirty years ago. The year was 1992.
In 1992, my husband, daughter, and I were happily vacationing on the coast of Spain. On July 14, someone knocked on the door of our little villa with a telegram in hand. I knew it could not be good news. I raced to a phone to call my brother in Ohio, then nearly collapsed when he informed me that our mother had died suddenly of a heart attack. Died? No, no, no. It must be a mistake, I thought. After all, we had just spoken nine days earlier.
I was not prepared to lose my mother. Just fourteen years earlier, at the age of twenty-six, I had faced the sudden death of my father. Not again. Not now. No, no, no. I was not ready.
What to do next?
About the Book
Dear Reader,
This is my story, hidden in the deepest recesses of my soul, of slowly cleaning out the closet in my heart following the death of my beloved mother more than thirty years ago. The year was 1992.
In 1992, my husband, daughter, and I were happily vacationing on the coast of Spain. On July 14, someone knocked on the door of our little villa with a telegram in hand. I knew it could not be good news. I raced to a phone to call my brother in Ohio, then nearly collapsed when he informed me that our mother had died suddenly of a heart attack. Died? No, no, no. It must be a mistake, I thought. After all, we had just spoken nine days earlier.
I was not prepared to lose my mother. Just fourteen years earlier, at the age of twenty-six, I had faced the sudden death of my father. Not again. Not now. No, no, no. I was not ready.
What to do next?