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'And to the lakes I went, to lose my mind and find my soul.' Addi In 1988, Joyce left to never return- Thirty years later a stranger on the phone says: “I am sorry for your loss, four months ago she was diagnosed with a brain tumor and she passed away.” I don’t know how to feel, it is hard to process the loss of an estranged parent. I begin to accept the finality. I grief for her but how do I mourn the mother I barely knew? Keeping perspective: A year later a suspicious lump makes its appearance on my shoulder. Since that dreadful phone call, I brace myself for a short life wondering if four months was all there was left, how would I live each one of those days? But overthinking situations b

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