By Mary Denman
I’m sitting here, searching for words.
A year ago today, I was in Italy with my husband. I knew mom
wasn’t doing well. But she had wanted us to go on that anniversary trip.
I already knew she’d be gone before I returned. Strangely, I
had peace about it. However, the trip was bittersweet. My heart was breaking.
I didn’t want to lose my mom.
