Thursday, November 5, I got the call that you never want to get. My mom was dying. I needed to get there. We had already planned a trip for the weekend, so we left a day early, on Friday, and drove to Salt Lake. I was distracted. This is the only photo I took, at Wallace, less than an hour after we left. I will be forever grateful to the friends who encouraged me to go a day early. Friday night, my mom knew me. She smiled when I said hello, said she loved me too, and wanted a kiss. Those are memories I will have forever.
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