As my mother's hospice caregiver, I found myself advocating for her to return to my sister's home and to transition there. Once the doctor agreed and released her to my care, I spent the next week with her, and am writing a book on how much we were able to heal in that time. My mother and I did not have a great, close relationship, but before she flew away, we were able to travel across the tundra of our lives and form a bond. I miss the woman and friend I met that week. I look forward to seeing her again.
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