Love Letters to the Dead

Grownups can be such fakes, I thought. They are always acting like they are trying to help you, and like they want to take care of you, but really they just want something from you.

“Because of love, of course. The more you love something, the harder it is to lose.”

I wasn’t the same person she’d left. But she was still my mother. And the memory of the way that felt, to have a mom, it took me over.