I learned yesterday that the person whom I hurt perhaps the most in my life passed away two years ago. “Unexpectedly in her home,” which could mean any number of things.
But it’s not hard to wonder if or how my hurtful, selfish actions shaped her spirit in the last two-thirds of her life. Or is thinking that a selfish act in itself?
Watching the funeral home’s video photo collage online, it struck me: No images of her after her high school senior portrait. No college parties, no adult gatherings, no vacation snaps, no mom-and-son-through-the-years.
Was her life that lonely? That isolated?
What could have been?
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