Eighteen months ago today, my mother breathed her last breath.
Twelve months ago today, I wanted to make sure I was remembering her living spirit instead of her death. I left work early and took my son to the Santa Monica Pier, where my mom, my youngest sister and I had once shared both a Ferris wheel ride and amazement at the sunlight glinting off miles of coastline either way.
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