"Mom came to visit me in San Francisco after Dad died in 2016," the author writes. “Oh, look at you, my faves came to see me.” Mom’s usual big, curse-laden voice now sounded like faint bursts of whisper between strained breaths. Courtesy of Sarah Gormley Brooks couldn’t give Mom one of her squeeze-the-air-out-of-you-hugs she’d been known for since we lived …
