Easter After Our Daughter’s Death
Posted on March 27, 2016 - by Lo Anne Mayer
“Come home, Mom,” my daughter screamed over the transatlantic phone. “Cyndi is dead, and we’ve been trying to reach you.” All the money I had placed into the red lobster phone in Glastonbury, England, suddenly was swallowed up. The phone went dead. I looked at the woman behind me, waiting for her turn to make a call, and whispered, “She said that our daughter is dead. That’s impossible. I must have heard it wrong.” Jane and I had only met in the writing retreat three days earlier, but the force of my words pierced her heart. She poured all her […]
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