The night following my mother's passing that morning, my brother, from whom I'm effectively estranged for the most part, broke out a joint. We had partnered in her caregiving over the prior two months...on Jan 6 neither of us mentioned the insurrection because we had to turn her over in bed...him a Trumper and me a Democrat. That night when we got stoned, the eggshells I always felt I had to tread on around him dissapeared. I don't remember what was said, but I do remember the communal feeling of letting go into shared relief after doulaing a death together.
That's a lovely moment: sharing a feeling of relief not just after the death of your mother, but after so many years of feeling so isolated and separated from your brother. Thank you for sharing this memory.
The night following my mother's passing that morning, my brother, from whom I'm effectively estranged for the most part, broke out a joint. We had partnered in her caregiving over the prior two months...on Jan 6 neither of us mentioned the insurrection because we had to turn her over in bed...him a Trumper and me a Democrat. That night when we got stoned, the eggshells I always felt I had to tread on around him dissapeared. I don't remember what was said, but I do remember the communal feeling of letting go into shared relief after doulaing a death together.
That's a lovely moment: sharing a feeling of relief not just after the death of your mother, but after so many years of feeling so isolated and separated from your brother. Thank you for sharing this memory.
Yes. It was certainly a sacred and isolated moment in time. Wish it could be repeated.
Love this and thank you for the FC Barcelona reference.
Everything I know about football I got from "Non-Goals"!