My Mother’s Death Reshaped My Faith

I told my mother to stay at home and I got her groceries and prescriptions. I brought her to my house for Thanksgiving that year. I was happy to fix dinner for her, and we had a good time together. Little did I know that was the beginning of a two-year nightmare. Two days later, her neighbor called and told me he couldn’t get her to answer her phone. Her gate and front door had been open since 6 a.m., something very unusual for her. I called her, and she answered. She said her friends had stopped by with their baby and she would have to call me back. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. We were in the middle of a lockdown. Nobody should be out visiting. <a href="https://medium.com/artistic-mystic-soul/my-mothers-death-reshaped-my-faith-1aabe9df7895">Website</a>