At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

maybe eight.”

Another silence, this one filled with everything we weren’t saying, years of accumulated hurt and anger and regret.

“I know you probably hate me,” she eventually said without looking up. “You have every right to. What I did to you… there’s no excuse, no justification. I’ve tried to find one, tried to make it make sense, but there isn’t continue reading …