Memories
Originally posted on Hewal3 Klan:
They say we don’t miss the person, just the memories and yet somehow the knowledge that those memories can only be relived with that one person is despairing. Cool after a late Friday afternoon rain, the ambulance siren went off. The town was wet with the rain and tears of our family and friends. We were expecting it. My step sister, Fiankobea had died a month after a ‘successful” mastectomy. This was thirteen months after her breast cancer diagnosis. When my mother told me that she had fully removed her left breast I heaved a… Continue reading Memories