Happy Mothers' Day, Mom. I wish that I could have warned you that it would not end well. What difference would that have made, though? You wore yourself out. You harbored too may secrets for you consciousness to bear. Please note that I did not use the word conscience. The weight must have been tremendous. It was not necessarily your fault.
Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing. Below zero.
