#105 - My mom is alive

Sleeping on the shoulder of giants

I was crying. My stomach was tied in a painful knot of tension. I was trying to digest what just happened but I was speechless, the day my mom died.

I don’t think I can put in words the intensity of the situation. I crawled into my wife’s arms to seek support.

Then I woke up.

Tears were still on my cheeks, my stomach was still quite tense. It took a few se…