Their Bad Mother

My husband and children are finally with me now, after two long weeks apart. And tomorrow we say goodbye to my father, formally, for good. And then life will go on. I will continue to struggle through the work of dealing with his affairs – which is immense, but also good, in a way, it being the last and possibly most important thing that I do for him – and so this story will not end here, but it will change.

Because, as I said, life will go on. Life will go on.

Which is probably the biggest lesson that death teaches you, and I will hold in my mind and heart tomorrow.

Life goes on.

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