
Losing your parents sets you adrift but also sets you free…
Sep 7, 2018 · 4 min read
When my mother died, I recall sitting on a train in a quiet carriage and texting a friend that I was now “a motherless child.” I wasn’t ready to be the matriarch, the adult or the seer of our tribe. It was heart-wrenching to lose the person that I knew had my back. The person I could rail against but know she would love me nevertheless. Her oft-repeated, “oh dear” was infuriating and at…

