Revisiting Regret
Probably God is a Bayou: Brackish Reflections on Life, Death, and Place
Yesterday I visited my mother in the assisted living community where she now lives. Before six months ago this visit would not have occurred. My mother did not live in this small room six months ago. Six months ago we hadn’t spoken for ten years.
I got up from the bed to move closer. I needed to be close enough to comfort her, to touch her, to understand…