My mom died suddenly -- with neither hint nor omen -- on Christmas 2020. Counting down until her death anniversary is a newfound Advent. Four Sundays/22 days: Hope, Peace, Joy, Love, Rebirth.
There's the version your mother has agreed to tell with your father ("our parents" version) and then there's your mother confessing the truth to her children likely too young to grasp it. From the first line I knew of the intimacy between you and her, between mother and child. And as the daughter of an often depressed mother, I felt both the cause of her emotional state and responsible for changing it.
There's the version your mother has agreed to tell with your father ("our parents" version) and then there's your mother confessing the truth to her children likely too young to grasp it. From the first line I knew of the intimacy between you and her, between mother and child. And as the daughter of an often depressed mother, I felt both the cause of her emotional state and responsible for changing it.
I’m so glad you understand, Jill!