Not Meant For Me

Mother's Day and why I'm sitting in my car

My mother, the year we left her in Michigan.

I never really think ahead about Mother’s Day. Sometimes my daughter, who lives nearby, cautiously asks if I’d like to do something together, but she and my son pretty much know the day is so traumatic for me that they need to give me a wide berth. Typically, it’s a no gifts or flowers sort of a day, as I’ve t…