Now you’re going to find out what it feels like to have nothing.”

People have asked me, since, whether it was hard to watch my own mother go down on that floor.

Whether some part of me wanted to reach for her, to soften it, to be the good son one last time.

And the honest answer is no, and I have made my peace with what that says about me, because I finally understand where the line is.

I would have forgiven her almost anything.