My father passed away a few years ago, and my mother had been living alone in my childhood home which is about twenty minutes from me. She recently sold her home and moved 12 hours away. It was a good move and the right one for her. It sucked for me. I had to let go of having her near me, which was the case my entire life. It was hard to say goodbye to my mother. I know she’s still alive, and I can call her on the phone and talk with her. I am grateful for all that. It still ripped my heart out.
