Interesting stories. Consistent with my belief that pretty much all of us walk around reliving our childhood with our current intimates "playing the roles" of family members from our childhood (especially mom and dad). It's like we move around in a trance, being derailed by powerful emotions that seem to come out of nowhere, so our consciousness, which hates ambiguity, places the origin in our current intimates. Terminal illnesses "blow up" this trance. It splashes cold water on most of us. Allows us to see each other as people. e.g. My mom's demise and death in her late 60s allowed me to see her as the 20-year-old girl she was when she left her Balkan village for an uncertain future in the New World -- rather than seeing her simply as the life giver to me.
Interesting stories. Consistent with my belief that pretty much all of us walk around reliving our childhood with our current intimates "playing the roles" of family members from our childhood (especially mom and dad). It's like we move around in a trance, being derailed by powerful emotions that seem to come out of nowhere, so our consciousness, which hates ambiguity, places the origin in our current intimates. Terminal illnesses "blow up" this trance. It splashes cold water on most of us. Allows us to see each other as people. e.g. My mom's demise and death in her late 60s allowed me to see her as the 20-year-old girl she was when she left her Balkan village for an uncertain future in the New World -- rather than seeing her simply as the life giver to me.