My college friend sent me an email the day before mom died, in response to the news that she had been hospitalized and discharged (again). I had gotten very excited after reading this, thinking that it might explain some of what had been happening to mom, and that we might be able to get to the bottom of things and get her on the road to recovery.


Just about twenty-four hours after I received this message, she died, alone and scared, at Woodland Terrace.