11x04-Only Mama Knows
This is how my mother wanted to be remembered. My memory of her is a little bit different. I’m sure everyone remembers their own version of her. Versions I wouldn’t even recognize. That’s all that’s really left of someone when they’re gone. But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memories are perfect or complete. You jumble things up. You loose track of time. We are in one place and another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say: The carousel never stops turning.
So you’re not talking to him?
Thank you! Ellen makes it easy because she’s flawless already ;)
“You know, I used to walk tall around here. I used to walk tall. Then came George, he took off at least an inch. Then Erica went and left me, that shaved off a few more. I got shorter… all that humiliation makes you shorter. So yeah, I am scared of getting hurt because one more personal disaster right now would cut me off at the knees.”