“In loving memory of Liza…”I had judged her… and she had once been just like me—a mother. A grieving one. I went to her house to apologize. She opened the door, vulnerable and broken. We talked,

cried, and something shifted.Later, I introduced her to my kids. My daughter hugged her.Margaret smiled—for real this time.We had both lost something. But that day, we found hope, healing… and maybe even a new kind of family.