My mother died in March 2020. Pastel cards in the mail attempted to say in cursive writing what humans struggle to say in words of any kind. “Your mom was one special lady.“ “I wish I could give you a hug.”
I’ll never forget one card. Someone had repurposed an Easter card into a sympathy card. Those early days of the pandemic forced us all to get creative, I suppose. The front of the card trumpeted from jubilant lilies,...
