Mother

A Life's Journey

C S Lewis, autor do livro, The Lion The With and The Wardrobe, que marcou a minha infância.

Mother was our rock, our fortress, almost a sole architect of our humdrum happiness. So when she died with cancer it was the end of my world. The long corridors became long empty corridors. The empty sunlit rooms became rooms blackened by the heavy drapes that were drawn across the windows. The upstairs indoor silences gave way to the cheerless sounds of weeping and lifeless dialogue. And the attics to be explored in solitude became attics to cry in solitude.
Our rock had sunk into the sea like Atlantis.
Our fortress had crumbled and the laughter had been silenced.
And I was ten years old.