(even though it is a Hallmark Holiday and every single day is Mother’s Day more or less)
Many years ago I had a friend who’d gone around
the world for two years with her college boyfriend.
Street theater performers, they earned their living
working where they could. The two years were
wonderful but near the end my friend’s boyfriend developed
an awful disease and he suddenly died in Brazil.
She came back to New York to graduate school and
immediately started therapy. She’d been seeing a therapist
she liked very much for two years when I asked her
what the therapist had to say about her boyfriend, life
and death. “I haven’t gotten to him yet,” she said.
“I’m still discussing my mother.”