A Mother

My mother died surrounded by those who knew her only by a narrowly defined role and failure of expectations. While to this day, only seen as the blame for their short-comings, deficiencies and mistakes, due to choosing to grant them a life where she had very little control and all needs unmet were also burdened by resentment of society. That her plight is invisible due to gender is a story of discrimination that goes untold or just unheard. She --the mother-- may as well had died alone, since who she was, just invisible to those surrounding her, while there being anything more about her than they knew is just incomprehensible as she faded away from a life so unfulfilled.