When my mother died, it felt like I’d lost both parents.My father is no longer the man he used to be.He was consumed by his grief, lost in a fog of sadness that I couldn’t penetrate.Then, when I finally reached him, the lines between us began to blur. We were all we had left, and that became a dangerous thing.
When my mother died, it felt like I’d lost both parents.My father is no longer the man he used to be.He was consumed by his grief, lost in a fog of sadness that I couldn’t penetrate.Then, when I finally reached him, the lines between us began to blur. We were all we had left, and that became a dangerous thing.