I HAD not planned to give a eulogy at my mother’s wake. I was dealing with my grief and the stress of making all the funeral arrangements. And I felt I had already said enough about her in this column over the years, culminating in my previous article titled, “Freed finally from dementia’s cruel grip”.
On the second and final day of her wake, my sisters and our children spoke, sharing loving tributes and stories of our mother, their grandmother.
