What happens when you need and want to tell the truth about things you can’t quite remember? These blog posts document my many attempts to remember and to tell the truth.
A Childhood Shattered: Confronting Loss, Secrets, and the Journey to Healing
At 10:40 P.M., my mother passed away at our home on 1034 Pumalo Street in San Bernardino, California, leaving us uncertain if anyone was by her side during her final moments.
My brother, George, and I spent the weekend with our Aunt Connie in Hayward.
I was nine years old, and George was six. I have faith that angels were with her in her last moments.
At 2:24 A.M., a piercing scream from my Aunt’s bedroom shattered the night.
It echoed through the entire house, a sound I’ll never forget.
I don’t know how my mother’s final breaths sounded.
Were they gasps or sighs? Was there a rhythm to her breathing? When did her last breath occur?
As I lay in bed, confused and scared, my uncle […]