Maura had made it to our wedding, where she’d been the most lucid I’d seen her in years. A month later, right after Christian and I returned from our honeymoon, she’d passed away in her sleep. I’d been devastated, but I knew she’d been ready to go and that she was in a happier place now. Even though she hadn’t remembered me in the last years of her life, a part of me wondered whether she’d been waiting for me to find my home before she moved on.
