Untangling: Breathe, Breathe, Breathe(Chapter 65)

My mother finally died when we were only blocks from reaching hospice. The nurses called it a peaceful death and Laura cleaned her body while I packed up all that we’d carried to hospice. I talked a bit to the nurses, noted the irony of her, my atheist Mama, dying on Palm Sunday. The numbness of grief protecting me so I could joke with them.

You can hear me read an excerpt at this link: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9zimNRxovB/