There Is a Last Time for Everything

It took more than three years a er the death of my mother to
nally start writing our story. What motivated me to nally
begin writing was watching close friends go through the same
relentless, predictable stages with their parents and seeing the
same look of defeat on their faces, hearing the same despair in
their voices, and knowing the palpable heartache of watching
your parent disappear. piece by piece