Before I got out of bed my husband said, “Happy Mama’s Day.”
I had to stop myself from crying.
I’m supposed to be happy, grateful even.
I’m supposed to be celebrating.
But I’m in mourning.
Mourning the woman I once was.
Will I ever see her again? Will I ever be able to listen to her unfettered dreams?
She’s barely breathing.
Who is this person who has taken h…