It will come as no surprise to know I sent my mother to the edge on more than one occasion. I was the second of three boys, each perfect in our unique ways.
But I know we drove mum mad.
She’d tell us one thing and we’d do the opposite.
She’d get all upset and we’d say sorry and promise the world.
She’d say, “You’ll be sorry when I’m gone, then we’ll see how much your smart arse attitudes help you.”
We never took her seriously; she was mum and always there.
Then one day she hit the edge.