There is nothing so different to arrive at as the nature and personality of ones parents. Death, about which so much mystery is made is perhaps no mystery at all. But the history of ones parents has to be pieced together from fragments, their motives and character guessed at, and the truthabout them remains deeply buried, like a boulder that projects one small surfice above the level of smooth lawn, and when you come to dig around it, proves to be way too large ever to move. Though each years frost forces it up a little higher.