Even though my mother's body did not die from the stroke, a huge piece of her was suddenly erased, like footprints rubbed from the shore by a quick tide.
And yet, an essential piece remained.
Her joy, her love of natural beauty, and her delight in music stayed with her until the end.
Kim Fowler tells stories of love, pain, and emotional healing that followed her mother's massive stroke.
She reports her parents' anguish and her own.
She also finds the meaning and reward in their str.