My Mother’s Passing Led Me to Seek a Place in a Home That Felt Foreign
The memory of that fateful night lingers in my mind, an unshakeable shadow that colors my every thought. The crash itself is a blur, lost in a haze of confusion, but certain details remain vivid: the steady patter of rain against the windshield, the warmth of Mom’s laughter filling the car, and the blinding glare ...















