I think that it should no longer be anybody’s business—not that of my mother’s—where I should go and where I should be. But in one of my fits of annoyance lately, I gave this question repeatedly asked me by my mother plenty of thought. If acceptance and resignation are difficult for me, how much more might they be for an 85-year-old mother and father? I will try very hard to ward off the “reflex” of annoyance next time she asks me this question. Because when the day comes that no one shall ask me any longer: “Where are you going?”, then I shall truly be alone!

Source: The Standard July 09, 2017 15:56 UTC