I donât know what Iâm going to do without Mom.
She has died and I am in a world of grief. When Dad passed away four years ago, a part of my heart was irretrievably broken. With Mom gone, I feel as though Iâve lost part of my soul. I can barely think.
In my early twenties I befriended an older woman who had a curious crease on her right cheek. One day she told me that when her mother died she cried so much she broke a muscle in that cheek. At the time, I wasnât sure such a thing might even be possible. Today, I am sure it is.