“I was devastated. And then? I was OK,” she replied. “Even with Derek, eventually, you go on. And the kids? Would go on.”
George disagreed. “They would, but I think maybe with them it’s different,” he said. “My mom didn’t go on … Not really, not like she used to. Some grief is heavier than other grief. … I just want her to let it go. I want her to know I’m still me, even though she can’t touch me; she can’t see me. But I am still me.”
“It’s not the same”
“No, yeah, I know”






















