Midterm Elections 2018 Is the Time to Think About Death

by Charles MudedeShe has her hand on my mother's leg...
My mother died in 2003 at the age of 57. Breast cancer killed her. My dreams began resurrecting her not long after her death. At first, she would return as the last Tracy—the one who was thin and sick and in lots of pain. Her visits seemed to extend this suffering. She never got better, and she never died. I fear like nothing else the illness that never ends until you end. Night after night, I would find my emaciated mother in a bedro