I've been telling people for years that my mother died when I was 3 months old for many years. My dad told me that story after I asked him about where she was. It didn't occur to me until I was 9 years old that my mom was not with us. I mean, she was not with us at home or any of our road trips, or the times we've moved.
My girlfriend is making one of the biggest phone calls of my life on my behalf to see if my mom is still alive. How I found out about that is another blog posting for another day.
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