One month in April
This time four years ago I was back home in Louisiana spending a month with my little mama, Jeanette Holland Morrison.
My father had died four months earlier. Three days after his funeral my mother went into the hospital and never rebounded. She had spent those four months in the hospital or a nursing home and my sisters in Louisiana were wearing themselves out trying to spend nights with her, take care of her, ask questions when strange bruises appeared, or things went missing. Being so far away was tearing out my soul.