What do you do when your mother is a disappointment? It's not especially something you see covered in blogs or writing. Mothers are supposed to be practically perfect. Hold on, that's Mary Poppins...
Sadly, I'm at the point where I've had to throw my hands up and admit that my mother has been a disappointment. This is not new information. In fact, when I left home for university back in 1995, it was mostly to escape her and the small town mentality that she represented.
To say that the last few weeks have been stressful would be pushing the art of the euphemism to its absolute limits.
My father’s condition has deteriorated (he has cancer) since his second round of chemotherapy. Suddenly, I’ve been dealing with some overwhelming emotions - intense grief and a sadness that I’ve never felt before. As the prospect of him dying becomes ever more real, feelings and memories have been jumping out at me, helping to crystallize my father’s role in my life.
