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Last year when my coworker died, leaving a 15 year old son (and a daughter in college whom I didn't know), what broke me down was that Henry's mommy had died.
A couple of my grad school professors have been caring for their 12 year old nephew for a few years now (they also have two kids of their own). I didn't know the backstory of why until today, when I learned that his father had died, and his mother had become seriously mentally ill. And this weekend she was apparently murdered by her also mentally ill boyfriend. (N. Californians, this is the case in Sausalito.)
For my kids, I am pretty sure mr. flea's death would be as devastating as mine. But for me, because of my family history, whenever a mother dies, my insides go "not his MOMMY." So, spare a thought for Max and his mommy, and bless Eric and Diane for their ability to make him theirs.
A couple of my grad school professors have been caring for their 12 year old nephew for a few years now (they also have two kids of their own). I didn't know the backstory of why until today, when I learned that his father had died, and his mother had become seriously mentally ill. And this weekend she was apparently murdered by her also mentally ill boyfriend. (N. Californians, this is the case in Sausalito.)
For my kids, I am pretty sure mr. flea's death would be as devastating as mine. But for me, because of my family history, whenever a mother dies, my insides go "not his MOMMY." So, spare a thought for Max and his mommy, and bless Eric and Diane for their ability to make him theirs.
