About to begin Dark's new novel, FELLOWSHIP POINT, I decided to reread this story. It is in THE BEST AMERICAN SHORT STORIES OF THE (20th) CENTURY. It is only for the stout of heart, but the writing is so exquisite it is worth the tears. Whenever I read something like this, I don't regret the sadness. I feel like I am sharing an emotion that needs to be shared. Does that sound crazy?
A mother and her thirty-something son, always close, bond even more strongly in the last days of his life. The story didn't specify an illness, but because it was written in the nineties and it is a wasting disease, you assume it is AIDS. It was made into a movie (HBO) with an all-star cast. I will try and watch it. The last line is the saddest. It is perhaps too sad.