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.
The Girl Left Behind – The Last Morning I Saw My Mother Alive – Series
The last morning I saw my mother alive, she carried herself with a strange kind of quiet, as if the world was holding its breath.
It was Columbus Day, October 12, 1962—a school holiday—and Aunt Connie had stayed the night to take George and me away for the long weekend.
Nothing about the day announced itself as different, yet looking back, I can see how the silence settled like a shadow over the house.
I woke to the smell of bacon drifting through the kitchen, a scent that has never left me.
When I walked in, the four of us—Mom, Aunt Connie, George, and me—sat together around the small table, bathed in the soft […]