When I was 9 years old my Mom had electroshock therapy. Her temper was most often taken out on me. My childhood was not good.
She became very self centered and demanding as she grew older. My Dad and I would go to movies and she would call and criticize the film. She had no problem criticizing you, or trying to make you feel guilty. She was very good at that.
I went by myself to the Funeral Directors this afternoon. My sister doesn't deal with well with these things. My brother was on his way back from vacation in North Carolina. For the reading inside the program I chose a poem I love.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening