“I just don’t know how to live life without her. She’s our mom. What am I going to do when I can’t pick up the phone and call her? Ask her for advice or what ingredient I’m forgetting in the cupcakes I’m making?” I hold her arms gently in my hands, making sure to look her in the eyes. “You’ll feel sad. You might cry a little bit. And then you’ll call me, and we can cry together. And I’ll always tell you what ingredient you’re missing.”
