the truth behind my mother’s death: august 16, 2016

“A blossom fell from off a tree, it settled softly on the lips you turned to me. The Gypsies say, and I know why, a falling blossom only touches lips that lie,” Nat King Cole crooned from the CD player beside Mom’s bed. She roused slightly and mumbled a bit when I walked in, and … Continue reading the truth behind my mother’s death: august 16, 2016