A guide to grieving your parents while they're still alive and finding connection in the hardest season. I picked up my mom's fork this morning. It was covered in jam. Not just the tip, the entire handle. And I knew: her hands were probably covered too. Just like when my kids were toddlers and everything was sticky chaos. That's when it hit me: The circle of life isn't a concept anymore. It's my daily reality. My mom forgot Sally's name this morning. Sally, who's been here fo