Today is Mother's Day, I think. The reason I don't know is that I have never been much good in observing occasions.
Mom passed away seven years ago. In some ways, it seems like yesterday. In other ways, it seems like a lot has happened.
Those last few years, I hardly spoke to her. I was angry with her about something, which now seems like not that big of a deal.
Compared to my Dad, she was a lot like Dr Jekyl to Mr. Hyde. The two were quite different from each other from a temperament standpoint. They didn't get along well while Dad was still alive.
Hardly much of a tribute, heh? Well, it was a tough neighborhood, this family, and I was like Rodney Dangerfield in it. I got no respect. My way of dealing with it was to withdraw into silence.
It is not an excuse, nor much of an explanation. But I think it is accurate.
Things are not going well right now. Not at home, not out there in the world. I don't know if anything can be done about it, either. It will improve, or it won't.
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