Memories are cloudy for me of my mother’s visit to see me in the hospital in the summer of 2012. I’m pretty sure it was in June. Karen Soda, my mother’s best friend in Princeton, Wisconsin agreed to help drive my mom to Iowa City, IA, along with my cousin, John Coda. My mother had told Karen it was a mission of hers to visit me. It was over a 4-hour drive, and they’d agreed to stay overnight on the way back, with my mom demanding she would pay for the hotel. She wanted to make sure Karen or John Coda, my cousin, didn’t get too tired.
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