At My Son’s Society Wedding They Seated Me In The Last Row Because They Thought I Was Poor

told his mother she was an embarrassment. I told him about Robert’s illness, about the particular loneliness of being the well partner in a long sickness. And I told him about the three years since, the gradual realization that I had become, in my son’s life, a scheduled obligation rather than a person.

“Today was not unusual,” I said. “It was just continue reading …