No One Needs Four Vacuums “Mom’s dead.” There were a lot of other things said before and after this sentence, but this is the only sentence I can recall. A phone call in the middle of the night in Germany from my brother in the USA. I took an immediate flight with my husband that morning to be with my family in my mom’s home. This wasn’t expected. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. My mom was supposed to visit for Christmas, to answer my questions about what my childhood was like as I raise two daughters, to be here for me.Read the full article on Medium here Submit a Comment Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.