But they never stopped talking about her and grieving her together, finally.
Barbara died in early September.
The funeral was emotional, but David was glad he finally had the difficult conversation with his mother.
He decided that he would never sell the house
It would always be a home for him away from the city.
A place to remember and grieve his mother and sister.
To remember the happy and sad memories they made together.
Today, as I look outside the window and see Barbara’s home, I see the woman who had loved her children deeply, but grief had taught her to make decisions alone.
She tried to protect David by choosing what he would lose, just as she had spent years choosing what parts of her own pain the world was allowed to see.
In the end, she chose to open up to her son and us.
