“The loss of a mother is a partial loss of the self. It was for me. Her death cast me adrift, for she took with her her memory, both spoken and untold. She took all she might have divulged about herself, about me, for from the moment she passed, from the moment I watched her face soften and ease as she took death's hand. . . .a myriad of questions I might have asked descended on me like a sudden sleeve of rain. With her went all that possibility.” MotherDeath Of A Loved OneAbandonmentDeath Of MotherWho Knows MeWitnessless Book:Bag Lady: A Memoir Source: Bag Lady: A Memoir