My cousin died in a terrible car wreck today. More than likely, he’d been drinking. It’s very sad. The drinking and the death. He was not yet 50.
My mother said at the end of our conversation that she hoped her sister, my aunt, would take this opportunity to lay down the burden that her son was.
She actually said that.
I have a feeling that’s what I am to my mother. I’m a burden to be endured not a son to be loved.