
Mother
the heart attack and the aftermath
Following a double bypass heart surgery, my mother was resting on her bed, with freshly washed, unkempt hair while her nurse stepped out to get a few items for her care.
My dad, an engineer with reserved emotions, took her comb and tenderly brushed her hair. It was one of the few tender moments in their marriage I saw from an adult's perspective as my father cared for her.











Our ugliest, messiest stories are the best catalysts for change.
— Michelle Loufman