The Wind Is Free, And So Are The Clouds
Language: en
Mother died of cancer. Father fell into a deep depression and followed her soon after. Alone in the funeral parlor surrounded by white flowers, I called my husband, desperate to hear his voice. Instead, his words cut through the receiver like ice. "Is depression genetic in your family? If you are sick, go see a shrink. Do not drag other people down with you like your parents did." In the background, I heard his secretary, Beth, whine softly. "Mr. Sterling... my stomach hurts." His tone shifted instantly, growing impatient with me. "We have been in meetings all night. I have not even had…