Visions, Trips, And Crowded Rooms
“I wanted to work with the dying for as long as I could remember—my motivation being the death of my mother in a car accident when I was two years old.
I’d spent my life wondering about this woman I never knew. When I was a teenager and my friends were constantly fighting with their mothers, I kept my mouth shut because I knew that I’d give anything to be able to have an argument with my own mom. Whenever I told my pals how much I missed her, they’d always say, “You’re lucky to only have one parent getting mad and punishing you!” I knew that my loss was more than the average teenager could ever comprehend, though. When I reached adulthood, my curiosity about my mother didn’t diminish in the least. I’d ask every relative and every one of her friends what she was like, trying to piece together the life of this person who’d died before I ever got the chance to know her.
One day I decided to investigate a bit further and read my mom’s autopsy report—the final document about her life.
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