Remembering my mother
Extract from my mother, my madness, published by Deep South (2020).
Indian summer
18 April 2018
It’s almost a month since my mother died. Even in death my mother defies me. I have had many expressions of condolence and I’m thankful for them, it means that there are people who have noticed enough to say something. And many of the expressions are kind and caring. However, I can’t take them into my heart in a simple, open way. My relationship with my mother was so fraught and complicated that even now I don’t feel plain grief.
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