When your mother dies, you no longer wish for the courage to confront her about incidents in the past that you've never understood or harbored anger over for years and years. These never-dare-uttered accusations and indictments become a distant, hazy memory:
You never went to a single one of my baseball games.
I worked 50 hours a week as a junior and senior in high school and you never said a word.
The concept of college was never mentioned in our home.
Instead, you're left with an...
Published on July 21, 2010 17:48