My Mom Said 7 Cryptic Words To Me On Her Deathbed. Here's What I Finally Realized As I Got Closer To My Own.
“I don’t want to be a gork,” I say from my hospital bed, clutching the arm of Josh, my youngest. At 42, his curls are going gray. I have been in the emergency room for hours while the medical team waits and watches. Earlier, they informed me that another …