I saw in her expression that old, unshakable mountain of concern. And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know
I saw in her expression that old, unshakable mountain of concern. And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know
Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.
My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.
When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.
You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.
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