Tag: mortality

  • In Which Syb Demands A Tea Break

    I think I’ve had enough of all this talk of inner mothers. I’d like a nice cup of tea, please.  “But, Mum….”   If I had wanted to talk about my mother’s death, I would’ve done. Now…  I’d like a nice cup of tea. Please.

  • My Mother’s Mother

    I ask Syb how she feels about her own interior mother… my grandmother. I never met Nana because she was killed during the Second World War and now I realise that this means that I don’t know which bit of Syb is Nana, so to speak. Syb doesn’t reply of course … because I never asked her this question…

  • After You’ve Gone

    After years of mutual bickering and shirty jibes, I view my mother Syb and I as being very different.  I am like my Dad, I think to myself.  But at a ripe old age Syb dies and I come to the very shocking realisation that … I am my mother.

  • Imaginary Talking Points: Clothes & Mortality

    “I put some scraps of your clothes into the rag-rugging I was re-making for your granddaughter, Mum.”  Scraps of my clothes? What are you talking about? What clothes?  “A keepsake, Mum …. you know.”   What keepsake?  “Of you, Mum …. You’re dead.” Am I? ….. That’s a nuisance.