bereavement

My mother is dying. She has always been the head of the family and she runs everyone’s life. She likes to keep everyone under her thumb. Even now, she won’t do what the doctors tell her (they told her mid May she only had a few weeks to live) and now it is mid August. None of us are strong enough to cope without her. I wish she would tell me that she loves me, that she knows I’m a trying to be good person. But instead, even from her sick bed she is trying to get everyone to do as she says. I know […]