visiting my mother
it had been two years- yes two years- since the last time when she was so mean to me i swore i wouldn't come back. but after two years and a phone call every day and enough guilt to form an albatross upon my neck we made the trip.
a hard trip, seeing her frailty, hearing her sadness, her loneliness, her anger, her confusion. but also feeling some of the love that had lost its way over the years.
twenty years of therapy and they put you on the day shift.