Hanging With My 94-year-old Mom: One Year After She Died.

“Whoa… hold on puppy! Going down! Ahhh, shit. Here comes that back pain.” Never happened when my mom stayed over night at our place. In fact, the day went more like this…

5 AM: All sidewalks are scraped clean.

My mom died a year ago on this day at 94. But she’s still with us every day. For instance, you could always…