Grief, Everywhere
We must not mistake a return to “normal” life as the end of someone’s pain.
On February 28, 2008, my mother collapsed in my arms and had a seizure in my childhood home. As I laid her body on the floor, I knew it was over. She was officially pronounced dead a few hours later. My mom had Stage 4 breast cancer and multiple sclerosis. On that day in February, her diseases won, and I found myself lost.
At the time, I didn’t realize that my life as I knew it had ended and a
