It wasn’t like losing myself, Doreen, although I know you’ll appreciate the dramatic sentiment better than anyone. It was more that the bits of myself that I liked were all wrapped up in the idea of who we were together. Your father knew me as young and old and all the ages in between. Every fibre of my being and my becoming. You children only ever saw me as fixed and finished. Children never see the road. I hope you won’t take it the wrong way if I say that that’s part of the problem and part of the solution, too. Maybe you will find that out for yourself
