Amid the August heat our family planned a relaxing getaway of swimming, laughing and fun while helping my mother heal. Bicycle riding, gardening, long walks and visits to horses were all part of the plan for the weeks leading to Rosh haShannah. Instead it turned into a time of tears, goodbyes, sleepless nights, remembered regrets and forgiveness.
My mother has died.
Decades of numbing emotional abuse with alcohol had taken their toll and have taken my mother and my children's grandmother.