New Yorker and death
Earlier today, I read a few articles from the New Yorkers. While all the articles were thought-provoking, one was more of a touching story about an author who lost her mother on a late afternoon on x-mas day. She started off with the day her mother passed and slowly took me to the past and how much her mother had meant to her by carefully inputting anecdotes of the special memories she'd shared with her mother. The one that stuck to my mind was of her xmas gift that her mother had given her when she was only 5. It was a red, corduroy journal. Her mother had given it to her so she could write her thoughts, feelings, etc. Because writing down things makes things more comprehendible. Things that she didn't understand, she would write it down to make things clearer. Then the story went on about how her mother had passed and that the moment she died, she was lying still on her lap. The mother had told her that she wanted to die in the living room of the house, whe...