My mother, a Holocaust survivor, dying alone and waiting in limbo four days to be buried were the first signs that respecting the deceased was compromised.
Thank God she wasn't diagnosed back in the 30’s. Her impulsivity, spunkiness and penchant for breaking the rules enabled her to get through the Holocaust.
As a child Beth’s father frightened me. Today, I recognize that he suffered from mental illness and his rages against his family were all symptoms of his disorder.
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