On the bathroom floor… the end of avoiding
We were all eating at my parent’s kitchen table, exhausted from a day of condolences and standing in a line receiving my mother’s mourners. We were all eating in her kitchen, but she was missing. Truth is she hadn’t been there in months. Instead she laid in her bed and fought her losing battle with cancer for three months prior. That night I arose from the table in a daze, wandered into my mother’s room and laid down as if beside her. I clutched her shawl in my hands, it stil