This is a short story that I wrote when my mother was diagnosed with cancer. At the time, I was afraid I might lose her to this horrible disease. I wrote this as a way to deal with those fears.
Marie has known loss before, but it has paled to the pain she now faces with the death of her mother. To make matters worse, her siblings make quick work of getting rid of everything. How is she supposed to handle the heartache alone? How is she supposed to move forward when goodbye is forever?