I know my birth date, so I know when I saw my mother for the first time. But I don’t remember the exact date when I saw her the last time in this mortal life. She passed away 20 years ago today, February 22, 1997. On an ambulance. No one was with her. I swore I’d never live her life. But in a way I did, and still do. I’m a mom. I’m a mom who writes, so when pictures fade, our stories continue. And that’s what makes life brutally beautiful.