Last night I saw my mom. Well, not exactly my mom, because my mom is dead. She died about a year ago.
But
the woman I did see as she walked by our dinner table, reminded me so
much of my 89-year-old mother that it brought tears to my eyes. Even my
husband noticed the similarity. 100 years old, tiny and frail, but
somehow still so vibrant. So alive. It made me really sad for what my
mom could have been if she’d lived another 10 years.
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