my mother does talk about him often. she is at the point to where she still is angry that he left her. she can not read very well. her father was old fashioned. he believed that all a women should know was how to cook, clean, work in the cotton feilds, and have babies. she was born in 1942 to a family of 12 siblings. in this day and age i find it hard to believe that someone would not think that their children should know how to read and write. she is 25 years older than i am. i guess it was just a way of life back then. we have several different counsilers. they are the people that when you first admit your loved one to the hospice unit that you speak to. they are nice folks , but knowing that they deal with the subject on a daily bases one tends to wonder if they are just going through the handbook. i guess i am still angry, in a way. i at times still do not believe that it can be real. it is like a nightmare that is so real that when you awake it is still with you.