How I grieved THE MOTHER I NEVER HAD
The call came mid-morning, when I was sitting at my desk at work. The lady on the other end had a quiet, soothing voice. She was calling, she said, to arrange the details for my mum’s funeral. My first feeling was relief. When I’d last seen my mother a week before, she’d mentioned that she had booked a funeral home for when her time came, but she couldn’t remember what it was called – just that it had a green frontage.
I’d been thinking that at some point in the future, I’d have to drive around all the funeral homes in town and see which one was green, but by calling me, this lady was saving me the trouble of
