I'm in the far western suburbs of Chicago this weekend, visiting my mom for Easter. There are Things we need to talk about, that never got said when I was growing up because we were a shutdown, unemotional family. I've become much more expressive and emotionally available lately, and I sense since my dad died, my mom has been taking some steps in that direction as well. So it seems like we need to commence a new level of family relationship.
But it's scary as hell, and neither of us wants to do more than make furtive hints about it, or write cathartic letters to one another.