Let the mourning wear black
What a year of change.
A pandemic. Cancer. Death. Loss. Fighting. Abandonment. Pain.
Becoming an orphan. Becoming a caregiver.
My family was hit with a sledgehammer and crushed into pieces. My joyful plans and decades of hard work wiped away with the insidious evil of a 5 x 7 mm tumor that spread like the pandemic, ravaged my mom — stealing her in months.
My hopes and dreams and decades of hard work to …





















