She’s Gone: How the death of my mother inspired the most beautiful goodbye. (A piece for Medium)

" 'She’s gone', I remember hearing as I peeped my sleepy little eyes open. The red numbers of the digital clock were the only light in the room. It was 3:16A.M. that chilly September morning in 1990. I knew deep down what that meant without fully understanding the magnitude of its finality. It was a level of quiet I’ve only experienced one other time since..." Click for full article.

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