“I don’t want to be a burden.”
Have you heard that sad sentence whispered by your father or mother or perhaps a favorite aunt? My dad never asked that question because he died at age 55 of a massive heart attack. God rest his soul. As my mother advanced in years, she told my brother and me, “I do not want to be a burden.” How could she be? Not only had she given us life, she had doted on us. We moved all over the USA, and wherever we settled, she was our room mother or our Cub Scout leader.