|
My mother died in April of 2002, 16 years after my father died and within a week of the date of his death. When your parents are gone, especially your mother, you wake up and realize how alone you are in the world. No one really cares about you the way your parents do. I am living in the family home right now, and as I go through the years of accumulated stuff sometimes I come across an old grocery store receipt, a newspaper article that I understand why she kept, or an item still in the bag that my mother purchased but never got around to using. That is the hard part. I know what you are going through, but there is no solution except time.
__________________
Quiet, mild-mannered souls might just turn out to be roaring lions of two-fisted cool.
|