The Unfair Hole
It's been nearly 8 months since my mother died. Nearly 11 months since my father's demise. I haven't really written a thing about them in that time. Why? I haven't wanted to embrace that reality. Writing about it seems to make it concrete, real. But here I am writing about it. Hoping that will somehow fill the hole that is left. The truth is nothing will ever fill that hole. Because it's been there forever. It's in all of us. That thing that keeps us wanting more. Trying to fill it with sex, drugs, booze, power, money, food, religion, more, more, more. Things, how many things can we buy to make us whole? Not nearly enough. What happened to my parents was unfair. In my humble opinion. Not their deaths, but their lives. They never had much of a chance in this world. I suspect mental illness played a major part in both of their journeys. My father didn't know how to be a father because his dad left him as a child. His mom was too selfish to be a good moth...