How can you watch Susan Bro speak about her daughter without tearing up? What a magnificent woman and mother.
And earlier today, I read about a mother who started a foundation to distribute naloxone to drug addicts after her twenty year old son died of a heroin overdose.
These mothers are everything I’m not. They have pulled themselves together to do something good in the world. They are memorializing their children with so much courage and fortitude!
All I’ve done is cry and wail and sleep and try to distract myself. I feel like grief is the defining aspect of my entire existence, even though I don’t want that to be true.
Maybe it’s not too late for me to be productive. Who knows. I am skeptical, given my laziness, which is legendary.
What I do is sleep with his stuffed animals and wear his hair in a locket and go around feeling lost. But I did write to Mayor Barry and she wrote me back. I wanted to tell her that it would never be okay but it would get easier. Her son had the sweetest face, and his name was Max.
If you didn’t hear Susan Bro talk about her daughter Heather, here she is. On the one hand we have Trump, a disgraceful amoral piece of shit, and on the other hand we have a ordinary woman exhibiting the best of humanity on one of the worst days of her life.
Let’s thank her for giving us hope, and for being a light in the wilderness of 2017.