Memories help bridge the distance

Other Side of 50

 It has been eight months since I’ve seen my mother. I miss her tremendously, but I do not think at this point it is safe to travel 3,000 miles by plane and rental car.
So I continue what I have been doing and make my morning phone call to my mother while I walk the dog.
A few years ago, when my dad was alive, we had plenty to talk about—doctor’s appointments, visiting nurse instructions, questions about his Parkinson’s and much more.
Up until the pandemic, we could talk about my mother’s d...

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