It was 2004 when my mother departed this Earth. I can’t remember the day it happened, the funeral, how my father told me the news, any of it, even though I was nearly six years old at the time.
I can’t remember her face. It faded away into a nebulous sludge, like old memories tend to do. It washed away, lost into the deep abyss of time, reawakened only by dusty old photos stashed away in drawers...
