No one
Today is Mom's birthday. She would have been 84.
I can still remember her rocking me as a child after waking from a bad dream. Laying a cold cloth on my head when I had a fever. Washing my mouth out with soap the first time she caught me cussing like my dad.
I'd cuss again and get out the soap if it would only bring her back for a good long conversation. She'd know what to do. She would be able to prod me in the right direction.
I'm alone. I have no one I can turn to when things get a bit rough, not anymore - and that sometimes allows things to get dark. Maybe I need to just repress it all. Quit being "more of a girl..." Man up I guess. Maybe.
I can still remember her rocking me as a child after waking from a bad dream. Laying a cold cloth on my head when I had a fever. Washing my mouth out with soap the first time she caught me cussing like my dad.
I'd cuss again and get out the soap if it would only bring her back for a good long conversation. She'd know what to do. She would be able to prod me in the right direction.
I'm alone. I have no one I can turn to when things get a bit rough, not anymore - and that sometimes allows things to get dark. Maybe I need to just repress it all. Quit being "more of a girl..." Man up I guess. Maybe.