Back in the spring of 1993 my mother died and left me a small sum of money. My mother and I had always had a troubled relationship. At the time of her death, we were not even on speaking terms. So the inheritance came as a surprise, and the feelings that came with it, mixed as they were with grief, confusion, and the knowledge that with her death we would never be able to mend our relationship, overwhelmed me.
I took the money and bought a small car and a small house. Recently divorced and a single parent with limited income, I had accepted that home ownership was probably now out of the realm of possibility, and yet suddenly, because of my mother’s death, my children and I had a home to call our own. I was grateful, and I was very sad.





