In a sense, having cancer takes you by the shoulders and shakes you.
Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.
My father had gone to Vietnam.
If I say something that ends up on the front page of Drudge, I haven't done it right.
Growing up in an Italian family, you use a harsh tone and 10 minutes later everybody forgets about it.
To be perfectly frank, there is an odd place after losing a child, where you think somehow your life is worth less.