Embrace: The Night My Mother Died

And my childhood ended

Maureen on my Dad’s ‘Big Chair’ in the middle of her fight with breast cancer

All of my cousins were over. And late too! Such a rare event for a six year old to still be up after 9pm, no less on a school night. All the adults were off in the front porch as we played the Nintendo on our television. The year was 1990; this edition of the console was our Christmas gift from our Dad and packed a zapper gun that we were furiously using to tackle…