“I thought about her constantly over the years,” he said. “Sometimes I wondered if perhaps time might have morphed my memories of her. Made her into some sort of dream or fantasy that didn’t really exist as I imagined. But the moment I heard her voice and the first time I saw her... Well, she was everything I remembered and so much more.” I smiled at him. I knew how incredible my mom was, but I’d never heard someone else talk about her like this.
