When My Brother Tried to Erase Me from Our Mother’s Story, I Found My Own Voice
Have you ever had someone try to erase you from your own story? To tell you that the love you lived wasn’t real enough? That’s what happened when my brother decided I wasn’t family enough to say goodbye to our mother.
The house feels so empty now. I walk through rooms that still smell like her lavender hand cream and expect to hear her voice calling from the kitchen. It’s been two weeks since we lost Mom to ovarian cancer, and the hollow feeling in my chest has only grown deeper with each passing day.
“Emily, honey, are you eating?” My Aunt Susan calls twice a day to check on me. “Your mother would want you to take care of yourself.”
I manage a weak “yes,” even though the refrigerator is filled with untouched casseroles from well-meaning neighbors. Food tastes like nothing these days.
Mom was everything to me, and it’s not just because she chose me. Well, that part matters too.
