Fragmented. That is how she left me. Certain situations internally fragment me and leave me everywhere. She was over 90 years old when she rolled her wheel chair toward me and asked me, “Have you seen my mother?” I told her that I was sorry, but I had not. Right then, I shattered into 10,000 pieces. If someone were to walk barefoot into the mix of our intensity, I surely would have entered his or her foot as a splinter. The nurse quickly came to retrieve her; rolling her away to a place where my mortality could remain hidden….and even I was surprised that the tires did not deflate in the remnants of my heartbreak.