Best Less Said

In nineteen fifty one, brother Nigel died while mother gave him birth. Folks didn't to talk to one another, but bore their trauma deep beneath. "Best less said," her father's words standing stiffly by her bed. "Press on, my girl, forget the past and make the best. Nothing to be done." Each year 'til our dear mother died she talked of Nigel' s death. She said she'd never even cried, but did what father said was best.