You take good care of him, mama, you hear me? I love you. I love you both. [pause] I'm nobody's little girl anymore.
from Golden Girls; Blanche at her father's grave
You take good care of him, mama, you hear me? I love you. I love you both. [pause] I'm nobody's little girl anymore.
It might be the natural order of things that parents die before their children, but the sheer inevitability is no cushion to the pain, soul-searching and sheer feeling of rudderlessness that so often follows.
" When there is no one left who sees you as a child and you have no home to go to when things get rough, it changes how you feel. I am now the one in charge, I can no longer run home to someone. This is my home now. "