Do you think that it’s time to see a psychologist?” “Oh, Ruby,” Mom said.
“Are we there yet?” “Yes,” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with talking to Dad, but it’s the fact that Cindy isn’t sure about spending time with you because of the William thing.”
“Fine,” Mom said. “I’ll do it.” It’s been a few months now, and Mom has been going to therapy regularly.
It has improved her mood, and she has started painting again.
Now, it’s something that she and Cindy do together. My daughter was a lot more understanding than I assumed she would be. She loved spending time with her grandmother again.
And if Mom ever spoke to my Dad, she never did it in front of us any more.
We all seemed to be on the path to healing.
Here’s another story for you: One day, you might turn to your loved one, only to find an empty space and regret like Hugo.
He was always ashamed of his late Grandma Rosemary, who worked as a street sweeper. He condemned her when he got only an urn of ashes after her death until it shattered on the floor…
