A Mother’s Hardest Day

Today I witnessed a mother’s hardest day. Her daughter’s funeral. She was 14 years old. She died for no reason. It was one of those things that make no sense and makes you wonder why and how and question everything. She is my cousin. The woman. Her dad and my dad are brothers. I did not know her daughter. I need no condolences. And yet I sobbed through the entire funeral. As a mother to three boys, I felt an ache of the emptiness. And the loss. Hers. I thought…

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