In the Ottawa Citizen today:
My mother’s last lucid moment was also one of the most telling, even though at the time I had no idea what it meant. As she lay in hospital, drifting into what my brother and I knew were her final moments, she suddenly looked up and said: “I don’t care about all this. The two of you make everything worthwhile.”
How was that possible, I wondered. How could dying at the age of 51 make up for having raised a pair of honest boys? I knew little of real life then, preferring in a selfish unmarried way to focus on my career and the dream of owning a BMW.
I still have that fantasy, but the financial crisis means it will stay locked in my imagination rather than turning up in Santa’s sack. I must look for consolations elsewhere in these bad, sad days.