Lovely piece, Eoghan. My own mother died when she was 60, and I too feel regret that she never got to meet her grandchild, who was born 12 years later, and whom she would have adored – in fact my daughter looks a lot like her grandmother.
Thank you for writing and sharing this, Eoghan. I've found myself nodding along to you nodding along to Gospodinov. My mother died (of cancer, incidentally, and on my stepdad's birthday) when I was 25 and took my childhood with her. She raised me by herself for many years, and is literally the only person to ask if I had measles as a kid, what my favourite dish was or whatever else I wonder about from time to time. She never got to meet my kids, and I feel like I never really got to know her, and sadly, that's mostly my fault.
A moving read. Thanks for sharing.
Lovely piece, Eoghan. My own mother died when she was 60, and I too feel regret that she never got to meet her grandchild, who was born 12 years later, and whom she would have adored – in fact my daughter looks a lot like her grandmother.
Thank you for writing and sharing this, Eoghan. I've found myself nodding along to you nodding along to Gospodinov. My mother died (of cancer, incidentally, and on my stepdad's birthday) when I was 25 and took my childhood with her. She raised me by herself for many years, and is literally the only person to ask if I had measles as a kid, what my favourite dish was or whatever else I wonder about from time to time. She never got to meet my kids, and I feel like I never really got to know her, and sadly, that's mostly my fault.
Don't be so hard on yourself Alex