Losing My Mother Doesn’t Get Easier
If anything, it is worse now.
On Monday, November 2, 2020, the night before the much-awaited election, my 91-year-old mother, who was independent and lived alone, fell in her bedroom.
She and I had been anxiously awaiting the election, hoping and praying that Biden would win. We had planned to watch the returns come in together the next night. We were both…