By Jason M Rubin
In my left mirror, I saw her gaining on me. In my right mirror, she seemed farther away, although I knew she was closer than she appeared.
She and I were closer than we appeared, as well. As siblings a scant two years apart, we fought as kids, but we developed a bond after college. In the thirty-odd years since then, we have seen eye to eye more often than not.
But this time is different. This time, things will change for good. As long as I get to Mom’s house first. As long as she still knows who I am.
Is there more?
Heart-wrenching. Great job, Jason.