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It’s been almost 3 ½ years since the last time I got to see and speak with my mom.
She was sitting on the edge of a nursing home bed; she had terminal cancer and I had to leave to catch my flight home.
As we said goodbye, I remember walking out of the room, eyes on her, knowing this was likely the last time I would see or speak with her. Despite the flood of emotion, I had a comfort know…
