Updated 2026:
This was one of the hardest pieces I ever wrote, and it remains a defining moment in my journey into end-of-life care. Years later—after working as a funeral director, completing my INELDA training, and returning to this calling through Closer Lives—I understand even more deeply what this experience awakened in me. I’m leaving the original story untouched, but I’ve added an important reflection at the end.

This is not your typical Mothers Day story or tribute.  It is a real story of love, tragedy, sorrow and grief.  Sadly this isn’t a story at all, it’s a reality, my reality.

I went to school for funeral services, it is a two year program. One year in school and the second year is a paid internship year that you work in funeral services and also complete assignments.  To graduate from the program and get your license you must then pass…