2 years ago, my mother died the day before her 73th birthday, after fighting bravely with cancer for almost 6 months. The days i stayed with her at the hospital were dreadfull. I was trying to do (as always) the clown, while i was compeltely aware of her problem.
Yes but this was my problem, and had nothing to do with you. Probably yes, but, well no. After her death some people, even some very close to me, revealed their faces. Her magic wasn’t there.
And it was the end of the story. Now, at the age of 46, i am really alone, and facing reality. Try to face reality before is to late. And if you’re covering somebody, do him a favor. Set them free….