THE WIND PHONE

Now That She’s Gone, I’m Seeing My Mother From All Sides

Death can give me a new perspective

A souvenir postcard of my mother and brother in Tijuana. Photo from author’s collection.

My mother died three weeks ago. Since then, I’ve made the memorial and burial arrangements, alerted people of her death, and sorted through old letters and photos. And in doing so, I’ve discovered a more complete picture of my mother, Barbara.