Since my mother stepped on a plane to go home in January 2020 we’ve FaceTimed every day or two; I owe her a great debt for helping me keep my head above water through grief and COVID.
Tomorrow my mother again steps on a plane to come home, but this time home is (her new home on) Prince Edward Island.
Tonight we FaceTimed for the last time. Tomorrow we can give each other a hug. For the first time in a very very very long time.